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 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 micht, 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!"
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