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Our darling's form we robed at last,
And laid her down to sleep,
Then turned away with silent tread;
Our eyes refused to weep.
And laid her down to sleep,
Then turned away with silent tread;
Our eyes refused to weep.
CASTLES IN THE AIR.
Castles in the balmy air,
They wrap my fancy bright,
And scenes of youthful happy days
Entrance my vision's sight.
Castles in the balmy air,
Ye float in numbers free,
And dance with joyful, calm delight
O'er meadow and o'er sea
Ye float o'er billows wild and deep,
Ye toss the sparkling foam,
And gladden the weary sailor's heart
With visions of his home
Ye visit the chamber of the sick,
Ye fan that young brow fair,
While weary patient gazes round,
And smiles at flight of care.
They wrap my fancy bright,
And scenes of youthful happy days
Entrance my vision's sight.
Castles in the balmy air,
Ye float in numbers free,
And dance with joyful, calm delight
O'er meadow and o'er sea
Ye float o'er billows wild and deep,
Ye toss the sparkling foam,
And gladden the weary sailor's heart
With visions of his home
Ye visit the chamber of the sick,
Ye fan that young brow fair,
While weary patient gazes round,
And smiles at flight of care.
