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poems.
He courts of thee refreshing sleep,
That shuts his eyes so dim,
And sees in visions future joy
Ye kindly bring to him.
Then let him slumber sweetly now,
And onward speed along,
To waken lips long pent from speech
To gladsome, joyful song.
The little child in garments old,
Ye cheer her drooping heart,
And in her toil of begging bread.
She joyfully doth start;
For in her glee, she sees a home.
With those who love and cherish;
And, smiling still, goes gladly on;
Alas! that dreams must perish.
Castles in the balmy air,
How beautiful ye seem!
Ye shed your radiance far and wide.
Like morning's blushing beam.
Then gently float before me now,
And fan away my care;
For still I long to greet the sight
Of castles in the air.
That shuts his eyes so dim,
And sees in visions future joy
Ye kindly bring to him.
Then let him slumber sweetly now,
And onward speed along,
To waken lips long pent from speech
To gladsome, joyful song.
The little child in garments old,
Ye cheer her drooping heart,
And in her toil of begging bread.
She joyfully doth start;
For in her glee, she sees a home.
With those who love and cherish;
And, smiling still, goes gladly on;
Alas! that dreams must perish.
Castles in the balmy air,
How beautiful ye seem!
Ye shed your radiance far and wide.
Like morning's blushing beam.
Then gently float before me now,
And fan away my care;
For still I long to greet the sight
Of castles in the air.
