The Fringe of Heaven

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.