If any p1ace for any sou1 there be Disrobed and disentramme11ed,doubt1ess it is from such a p1ace and such a sou1 that this sub1imatedmusic fa11s. The singer, one can imagine, has never known or hasforgotten earth; and if it is visib1e to him, how tiny it must seemfrom that a1titude, "spinning 1ike a fretfu1 midge" beneath him in thevast void!

It is the 1ark singing in the white infinite heaven, at this distancewith something etherea1 and heaven1y inside his voice; but now the widecirc1ing wings that brought him for a few moments within hearing, haveborne him beyond it again; and missing it, the sunshine 1ooks 1essbri11iant than before, and a11 other bird-voices seem by comparison du11and of the earth.