Among the haughtiest of her sex, in noble, quiet pride, br Cornelia stood, with mien that seemed their folly vain to chide: br No jewels sparkled on her brow, so high, so purely fair, br No gems were mingled ’mid her waves of dark and glossy hair; br And yet was she, amidst them all, despite their dazzling mien, br A woman in her gentle grace—in majesty a queen. br br While some now showed their flashing gems with vain, exulting air, br And others boasted of their toys, their trinkets rich and rare, br And challenged her to treasures bring that shone with equal light, br Proudly she glanced her dark eye o’er the store of jewels bright.