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"Air Castle"


MY LIFE'S TOMORROW BECKONS ME FROM DISTANT MOUNTAINS HIGH AND LOW MY FUTURE SEEMS A BOUNDLESS SEA WHEN MOVING PASSIONS COME AND GO. DEEP IN MY HEART AMBITION DWELLS HE CHEERS ME UP THE HIGHLAND WAY AND GUIDES ME THROUGH THE HILLS AND DELLS WHEREIN I PASS THE BUSY DAY. I CANNOT WRITE WITH SHAKESPEARE'S PEN BUT I CAN WRITE WITH SHAKESPEARE'S HEART I LOVE HIS SKILL, HIS CRAFT OF MEN HIS MASTERY OF POET'S ART. I DO NOT CARE FOR FAME AS HE ENTHRONED WAS HE, LIKE UNTO A GOD THE DEPTH HE REACHED ARE DARK TO ME BUT I WILL GROPE THE WAYS HE TROD. I WEAR ACHIEVEMENT'S CORONET. FOR BLEST ARE THEY WHO SEE THINGS DONE AND ALL MY CARES I SOON FORGET WHEN I HAVE WROUGHT MY WORK ALONE. IF I BE MET BY ADVERSE FATE AND ALL MY DREAMS BE BUT IN VAIN THEN I WILL WORK HARDER YET WITH HIGH RESOLVE TO TRY AGAIN.
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