The face of earth is old with pain
As mine—with dull despair.
And yet, one sun will gild the air,
Earth's tears were not in vain:
No smile can ease mine eyes of care
Or make me young again!
[I HAVE SEEN WHAT THE SERAPHS HAVE SEEN]
I have seen what the seraphs have seen
As they gaze thro' the limitless air—
Thro' the wind and the clouds to the lean