Amy Carmichael, after the death of her spiritual mother and father:And shall I pray Thee change Thy will, my FatherUntil it be according unto mine?But, no, Lord, no, that never shall be, ratherI pray Thee blend my human will with ThineI pray Thee hush the hurrying, eager longingI pray Thee soothe the pangs of keen desire-See in my quite places, wishes thronging-Forbid them, Lord, purge, though it be with fireAnd work in me to will and do Thy pleasureLet all within me, peaceful, reconciled,Tarry content my Well-Beloved's leisure,At last, at last, even as a weaned child