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Unlimited? If adverse fortune make
Our pillow stony, like the patriarch's bed
At lonely Bethel, do not pitying dreams
Plant a bright ladder for the angels' feet,
And change our hard couch to the gate of heaven,
And feed our souls on manna, till they loath
Their household bread?
⁠To traverse all unblam'd
Broad realms, more bright than fabled Araby;
To hear unearthly music; to inhale
Ambrosial fragrance from the spicy groves
That never fade; to see the tyrant tomb
Unlock its treasure-valve, and freely yield
The lov'd, the lost, back to our glad embrace;
To catch clear glimpses of the streets of gold,
And harpers, harping 'mid the eternal hills,
These are the pastimes which the mind doth take
While its poor clay companion slumbers deep,
Weary and worn.
⁠If thou in wintry climes
Should'st roam unchang'd, thy very heart's blood chill'd,
Lay but thy cold hand on a winged dream,
And it shall bear thee straight with bounding pulse
To drink the sunbeams of thine own blue skies,
Where the young cottage children freely fill
Their pinafores with flowers.
⁠Should ocean swell,
Or the eternal mountains stretch their bars