Of Course—I prayed

376 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.