She flung herself upon his breast.

A moment thus—and then in prayer

Both knelt before good Father Clair.

“My daughter, did that vision speak

That night when motherly and meek,

She pressed her hand upon thy brow?

No? Then, my child, she spoke just now;

And in the promptings of thy heart

Her word is clear. My child, thou art

Blest in this choice, for that caress