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Dream On.

Dream on, dream on, and build your magic trowers,
  Climb to Elysium, on the mellow beams
Which bind the heav'ns unto this orb of ours,
  When threads of gold fall down in dazzling streams,
To tie the Sun to Earth with knots of flowers,
  When nature's breast with vernal treasure teems.

Dream on, dream on, and build your castles airy,
  Float with the seraphs upon floods of light—
Imagination is a witching fairy
  Whom angels send with glimpses warm and bright
Of scenes to come, when this strange life shall vary,
  And we shall see ourselves with fuller sight.

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Dream on, dream on, in happy exaltation.
  'Tis but the spirit rising o'er its clay
To scan the grander pictures of creation,
  Hung in the light of never-ending day,
Where man receives his highest education,
  Where love, and truth, and peace for ever stay.