Towers of Heaven

Some like to rocks gleam in their wondering eye

Mid shoreless seas & some go swifter bye

Like mighty ships still charging on their way

To other ships move beautiful than they

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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