Note 337 — 1818

Yon hazy ridges take the shape Of stars, a glorious scale {Climbing } {That climb} suffused with sunny air To stop, no record hath told where, Tempting my fancy to ascend ms. And with immortal spirits blend. And if they wish for smooth escape From grief and this terrestrial vale, Yon rocks and clouds present the shape Of stairs, a gradual scale By which the fancy might ascend, And with those happy spirits blend, Whose motions . . . ms. By night the dreaming Patriarch saw. And if those whom broken ties Afflict, or injuries assail, Yon hazy ridges to their eyes Present a {climbing} scale, {glorious} Suffused in misty sunny air. It climbs no records have told where. It {sailed} on ether's glowing waves, {stole } And occupied heaven's shining caves, Tempting the fancy to ascend ms. And with immortal spirits blend.>