Classic Poem

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.