The Path In The Sky

I sailed a little shallop Upon a pretty sea In blue and hazy mountains, Scarce mountains unto me; Their summits lost in wonder, They wrapped the lake around, And when my shallop landed I trod on a vague ground,

And climbed and climbed toward heaven, Though scarce before my feet I found one step unveiled there The blue-haze vast, complete, Until I came to Zion The gravel paths of God: My endless trail pierced the thick veil To flaming flowers and sod. I rested, looked behind me And saw where I had been. My little lake. It was the moon. Sky-mountains closed it in.

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