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, thy lofty brow is fair, Beauty's sign and seal are there; And thy lip is like the rose Closing round the bee's repose; And thine eye is like a star, But blue as the sapphires are. Beautiful Patrician! thou Wearest on thy stately brow All that suits a noble race; All of high born maiden's grace,— Who is there could look on thee And doubt thy nobility?

Round thee satin robe is flung, Pearls upon thy neck are hung,