Felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there - I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possible - 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!"
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