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THE FAIR PATRICIAN.
BY L. E. L.
Lady, 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,
