351 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!"SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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