I felt my life with both my hands

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!"