BY HENRY B. HIRST.
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A haughty, high-born maiden was the Lady Uriel,
With stately step, majestic mien and royal falcon eyes,
Whose glory scintillated like auroras in the skies.
She sat her steed, and held her hawk, and ruled her father’s board,
Among her maidens, like a queen; and all her noble guests
Swore fealty to her beauty, and obeyed her least behests.
From East to West, from North to South, the wonder of her charms
Had been the theme of troubadours, who sang, with many sighs,