I prayed, at first, a little Girl, by Emily Dickinson
I prayed, at first, a little Girl, Because they told me to -- But stopped, when qualified to guess How prayer would feel -- to me --
If I believed God looked around, Each time my Childish eye Fixed full, and steady, on his own In Childish honesty --
And told him what I'd like, today, And parts of his far plan That baffled me -- The mingled side Of his Divinity --
And often since, in Danger, I count the force 'twould be To have a God so strong as that To hold my life for me
Till I could take the Balance That tips so frequent, now, It takes me all the while to poise -- And then -- it doesn't stay --
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