I felt my life with both my hands
To see if I was there --
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler --
I turned my Being round and round
And paused at very 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 micht, of me --
I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend --
That -- was former time --
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
as well as our Old Home!"
