I felt my life with both my hands

To see if it was there -

I held my spirit to the Glass,

To prove it possibler -

I turned my Being round and round

And paused at every pound

To ask the Owner's name -

For doubt, that I should know the Sound -

I judged my features - jarred my hair -

I pushed my dimples by, and waited -

If they - twinkled back -

Conviction might, of me -

I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend -

That - was a former time -

But we might learn to like the Heaven,

As well as our Old Home!"