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Haply, even as we prate Of him HERE—in astral state— Or jackastral—he, elate, Brouses 'round, with sportive hops In far fields of sphery crops, Nibbling stars like clover-tops.

But although it is difficult to identify the sphery figure of the judge with the slim consumptive preacher, and still more difficult to light up with pensive benevolence the convivial countenance in which official gravity and constitutional gruffiness have only yielded to good cheer; yet, it would appear, that for some of his mental features the divine was indebted to his learned ancestor.

So have I seen him, too, within his home, When, newspaper on knee, his earnest gaze Seemed scanning issues from the money list; But comments came not, till my curious eye Led out his meditation into words, Thought-winding upward into sphery light, So utterly unearthly and sublime, That all the man of fact fled out of sense, And visual refinement filled the space.

Aye, 'bove the withering of old-lipp'd Fate A thousand Powers keep religious state,30 In water, fiery realm, and airy bourne; And, silent as a consecrated urn, Hold sphery sessions for a season due.

“To climb higher than the sphery chime” means to ascend beyond the spheres into the empyrean or true heaven—the abode of God and the purest Spirits.