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
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 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
To ask the owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the sound

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 !"

I turned my being round and round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the sound
To ask the owner's name
For doubt, that I should know the sound

I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there.