I felt my life with both my hands

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!"