I am not in earth, nor the sun, nor the moon;
You may search all the sky—I'm not there.
In the morning and evening—though not in the noon—
You may plainly perceive me; for, like a balloon,
I am midway suspended in air.
Though disease may possess me, and sickness and pain,
I'm never in sorrow nor gloom.
Though in wit and in wisdom I equally reign,
I'm the heart of all sin, and have long lived in vain,
Yet I ne'er shall be found in the tomb."