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not thy history— I never heard thy name, Until as source of song to me   Thy pictured semblance came.

I see thy face is very fair, A beauty high and proud, That woldwould [sic] disdain to seek or share The homage of the crowd.

Upon thy neck is many a gem; They suit thy bearing well: Upon thy head a diadem Might be content to dwell.

Ay, beautiful Patrician thou! Dost look thy state and style; For there is pride upon thy brow, And pride within thy smile.

Thou art amid earth’s fav’rite ones— Flowers of our fallen soil, Whose sheltered bloom the rude wind shuns, Who know not want or toil.

Art thou as lovely as thy face? Ah, yes! I feel thou art— It is the inward, dearer grace, That warms the outward part.