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CASTLE BUILDING.
You may smile at the fanciful structures I rear,
And say, that my castles are built but on sand;
Like bubbles, that on the blue waters appear,
That sparkle, invite, and then sink from the hand.
When my spirit is tracing some bright and new sphere,
As light as the moment, when joy gave it birth;
Would you stop her gay pinion, and chain her down here
To reality's region—a plodder on earth?
