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!"