HERB - "Hortulus" - "Chervil"

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Here's today's installment - Raisya

"XIV.  Chervil

	Come, holy Muse, thou who in sacred song
Canst stablish monuments of mighty wars
And mighty deeds - come, scorn not to touch with me
The humble riches that my garden yields.
	Now chervil, though it splits and divides itself
In flimsy branches and gives but a paltry seed
In its thick clusters of ears, yet flourishing
All the year through gives largesse to the poor
And comfort.
				A draught of this, so easy to take,
Will counter and check internal bleeding.  Again
When mixed with pennyroyal and poppy leaves
It makes a poultice which will prove effective
For a stomach that's upset and racked with pain."




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