Poems (Curwen)/Baby Con

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Baby Con.
Beautiful eyes has baby Con,  Of sweetest blue, Fringed with silken lashes long,  Of darkest hue; Like twin forget-me-nots they look,  When wet with dew.
Beautiful hair has baby Con,  As soft and light As silk new spun of palest gold;  Like a halo bright It sheds a glory round her face,  Rose pink and white.
A beautiful mouth has baby Con,  A beautiful mouth, Like a wee pink bud opening to kiss  Winds from the south; A coral casket wherein lies hid  A pearly growth.
A beautiful little flower is she,  This baby Con, Expanding daily, hourly, 'neath  Love's warm bright sun. Long may she grace the parent-tree  She bloometh on.
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