Then let that be God's answer to my prayer.     

  

       Ah, she is like me, she is very like!     

       God made her for the sister of my soul;     

       He would not have His plans jerked out of joint     

       By one mistake, because she chanced to wed     

       Her bankrupt father's sternest creditor     

       To save his name—and this, some years ago;     

       Therefore He sent His singer here to-night     

       That he, in words I loved, might tell me so.     

       Certainly God is good and very great.     

  

       'Tis said her husband hath returned this night,     

       Passing at sundown through the southern gate     

       From Naples, where last spring he went to sell     

       Certain Sicilian cattle which he had.     

       (He sold, I'll warrant, at the highest price),     

       So, if the husband's come, then she is home.     

  

       That day she left me, 'twas an April day,     

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