When I was done with schooling days,

Turn'd sixteen,

My mother found me in a place

My own bread to win.

I had not been a month in place,

A month from the start,

When there show'd grace upon my face

That smote a man's heart.

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Tho' I was young and full of play,

As full as a kitten,

I knew to reckon to a day

When his heart was smitten.

You'll pick my logic all to holes,

But here's my wonder:

It is that God should knit two souls,

And men tear them asunder.

For we were knit, no doubt of it,

I as well as he;

I peered in glass, my eyes were lit

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