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 If all the signs are coming true,

I am the child she pictured, who

The name should keep or hide from view.

In our domain of liberty,

Our heed is light of pedigree,

I care not for the prophecy.

For what to me our wealth or line?

I only wish to make her mine—

The maid my aunt asked in to dine.

All the day my toil was easy, for I knew that in the evening,

I could go home from my labor, and find Blanche at the door;

How could I dream the sunlight in my sky was so deceiving?

And I ceased in my believing 'twould be cloudy ever more.

When at last the twilight deepened, I entered our low dwelling,

And my darling rose to meet me, with the love-light in her eyes;

On that day her simple story to my aunt she had been telling,