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Her mother, Elfie older grown,
  One evening, for adieu,
Said, “You’ll not mind being left alone,
  For God takes care of you!”

In child-way her heart’s eye did see
  The correlation’s node:
“Yes,” she said, “God takes care o’ me,
  An’ I take care o’ God.”

The child and woman were the same,
  She changed not, only grew;
‘Twixt God and her no shadow came:
  The true is always true!

As daughter, sister, promised wife,
  Her heart with love did brim:
Now, sure, it brims as full of life,
  Hid fourteen years in him!