MY AIR CASTLE My life's tomorrow beckons me From distant mountains, high and low; My future seems a boundless sea,

Where moving passions come and go. Deep in my heart ambitions dwells; He cheers me up the highland, And guides me through the hills and dells Wherein I pass the busy day. I cannot write with Shakespeare's pen, But I can love with Shakespeare's heart; I love his skill his craft of men, His mastery of poet's art. I do not care for fame, has he, Enthroned, was like unto a god: The depths he reached are dark to me. But I will grope the ways he tried. I wear achievements coronet, For best 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, must I work the harder yet With high resolve to try again.