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!"