Towers of heaven

Some shaped like boats their placid track pursue

Oer gentle billows of a different hue

Soft as the paper ships they often make

& float on curdling brook or meadow lake

Some white like palaces of marble seems

The towers of heaven they’re called in dreams

& which his waking fancys grandly shine
The abodes of one that instant suns divine

 

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