MY SPIRIT WILL GROW- UP.
Someday my spirit will grow-up tall and wise,
And then, stern life, I shall no longer go
Cowardly running and crying from your blow.
Then I will face you with clear, earnest eyes
Smiling a little at your sharp surprise,
Unflinching from the threatened stroke, with no
Soft tremor to lighten your frown when I shall grow
In spirit, some day, tall and strong and wise.
Then I will face you, it may be I shall laugh,
Not to disarm you, not to conclude our strife,
But joyous in my newly steadied will
That finds a comfort in thy rod and staff.
Then I will say: “You may hurt me, hurt me life,
Hurt me your worst, and I will love you still.
RUTH EVELYN HENDERSON