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MAJESTY.
CROWN IMPERIAL.
Art thou not noble? then thy brow belies thee!Thou art! I read it in thy proud dark eyes,
Whose glance is truth and love, and in those lips,
Whose smile is but a ray of the soul's sunshine;
In thy high bearing, in thy movements, words;—
Thou art of heaven's nobility—as far
Excelling earth's, as doth yon winged star,
Robed in its garment of celestial glory,
Outshine the earth-bound glow-worm.
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