Grew in expression like unto my own,
So that her hands took on my restless ways,
So that her mouth hath altered in its smile
And, when I paint her face, I paint my own.
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