I Prayed, at First, a Little Girl, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Prayed, at First, a Little Girl

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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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I Prayed, at First, a Little Girl

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