I prayed, at first, a little Girl

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 —