Airy Castles

I've a pleasíint pastime, dearest, Carries me froni presen pain ; Makes lile's cornfields (really biirren) btein to glow with gulden gmin. A relief 'mid toil and sorrow, Krom uncnding wearying strife, From the sad, enibittering struggles, Drear necessities of Ufe. Oh ! it makes the world seera better, Makea the rainy dy secin fair ; It is cnll'il, tilia pleasant pasLinic, Building castles in the air! Oft I sit in dreamy languor, And forget that woe o'ershades, Building castles in uiy fancy, Love and Hope my only aidi , Castles noble, caBtles glorious, Standing 'raid thuir woodlaadl greeu, Lighted by a eloudless sunlight- Oh, that you eould view the scène! Those green woodlands are my future, Spreadiug bright uiid present shade, Lighted by Hope 's glorious sunlight, l'outh and Love the picture made. In these castles of my building, There's one figure always clear - One without whom all tlu-se piotures Would bo cold, sad, dark and drear. Though the castles are in Dreamland, Who with rude, harsh words will dare With a sneer to crush these fabrics, Eaze my castles in the air? Shall these dreams be ever shadowa Bearing no substantiai form? In the luture shall the sunlight All be cold that look'd so warm? This dependa alone on you, dear - Yon so good, so true and fair; Say, then, will you aid me, dearest, With my castles inthe air?