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Of Course – I prayed –
And did God Care?
He cared as much as
on the Air
A Bird – had stamped
her foot –
And cried ′′Give Me′′ –
My Reason – Life –
I had not had – but for
Yourself –
′Twere better Charity
To leave me in the Atom′s
Tomb –
Merry, and nought, and gay,
and numb –
Than this smart Misery.