Now have I left the world and all its tears, And high above the sunny cloud-banks fly, Alone in all this vast and lonely sky— This limpid space in which the myriad spheres Go thundering on, whose song God only hears High in his heavens. Ah! how small seem I, And yet I know he hears my little cry Down there among Mankind's cruel jest and sneers. And I forget the grief which I have known, And I forgive the mockers and their jest, And in this mightly solitude alone, I taste the joys of everlasting rest, Which I shall know when I have passed away To live in Heaven's never-fading day. Written in the Air.