I Felt My Life With Both My Hands

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!"