Poems (Curwen)/King Baby
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King Baby.
King Baby rules supreme,
Almost in every spot
Where'er his bright eyes beam,
Be it palace, hall, or cot.
Almost in every spot
Where'er his bright eyes beam,
Be it palace, hall, or cot.
His throne, his mother's knee;
His sceptre of command—
All bow to loyally—
His own dear dimpled hand.
His sceptre of command—
All bow to loyally—
His own dear dimpled hand.
His crown, the shining curls
Wreathing his brow of snow;
Hi.s gems, the gleaming pearls
Hidden in Cupid's bow.
Wreathing his brow of snow;
Hi.s gems, the gleaming pearls
Hidden in Cupid's bow.
His eyes, the sapphires bright;
His lips, the rubies red;
His soft cheeks, pink and white,
The jewels' velvet bed.
His lips, the rubies red;
His soft cheeks, pink and white,
The jewels' velvet bed.
His favours he bestows
Impartially on all.
He has no jealous foes,
No cares of State to gall.
Impartially on all.
He has no jealous foes,
No cares of State to gall.
And so he takes his rest
In sweet security—
Cradled on mother's breast,
Lulled by her lullaby.
In sweet security—
Cradled on mother's breast,
Lulled by her lullaby.