But I held fast the dream I'd had

In the old farm,

And saw myself beside my lad,

My hand on his arm.

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A year went on, and twenty-one

Saw me discarded.

They laught at me for constancy

Ne'er to be rewarded.

Then came a warm, still day of May

And brought me a letter.

I blusht so red, the cook she said,

Lucky man to get her!

At half-past three he came for me;

I dared not speak;

But there was all he need to see

Flaming in my cheek.

What better has the best of us

If kind Heaven grant her

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