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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.