In The Lust Of My Strength I Cursed God, But He Paid No Attention To Me: I Might As Well Have Cursed The Stars. In My Last Sickness I Was In Agony, But I Was Resolute And I Cursed God For My Suffering; Still He Paid No Attention To Me; He Left Me Alone, As He Had Always Done. I Might As Well Have Cursed The Presbyterian Steeple. Then, As I Grew Weaker, A Terror Came Over Me: Perhaps I Had Alienated God By Cursing Him. One Day Lydia Humphrey Brought Me A Bouquet And It Occurred To Me To Try To Make Friends With God, So I Tried To Make Friends With Him; But I Might As Well Have Tried To Make Friends With The Bouquet. Now I Was Very Close To The Secret, For I Really Could Make Friends With The Bouquet By Holding Close To Me The Love In Me For The Bouquet And So I Was Creeping Upon The Secret, But -