He looked off on the seen grander than anything Fairy Land ever dremp on or ever will, I believe.

And then he looked pensively at my silk bag where I'd stored all the cookies and nut-cakes it would hold, to keep up his strength between meals.
And so gradually I dropped my agonizing anxiety and let my eyes drink in the onequalled beauty of the seen as we went by the tall glorious palaces towerin' up in white magnificence.

Past sparklin' water spaces filled with gay pleasure craft full of happy white-robed voyagers.

Past the spans of arched bridges leadin' from one seen of glory to another, past tall white shafts carryin' up to the listenin' Heavens deeds of glory and valor.
Past white statutes more beautiful than poet's dreams, risin' up from green velvet lawns or marble terraces.

Broad highways would dawn on our vision, anon vistas of incomparable beauty way off, way off as fur as we could see would open up other views jest as fair.