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ReadingWillow structured literacy program for Australian students

I prayed, at first, a little Girl,

Emily Dickinson·1830–1886
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I prayed, at first, a little Girl,Because they told me to --But stopped, when qualified to guessHow prayer would feel -- to me -- If I believed God looked around,Each time my Childish eyeFixed full, and steady, on his ownIn Childish honesty -- And told him what I'd like, today,And parts of his far planThat baffled me --The mingled sideOf his Divinity -- And often since, in Danger,I count the force 'twould beTo have a God so strong as thatTo hold my life for me Till I could take the BalanceThat tips so frequent, now,It takes me all the while to poise --And then -- it doesn't stay --