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Show My Cattle of fancy. I have a castle of fancy, throneed with a thousand gueati; Knights and lords and ladles. In velvet! and aatlna dressed; Soldiers armored and sturdy, and fresh from war's alarms, Guarding my caatle's portals are stalwart stal-wart men-nt-arma Idountebanks, prelates and beggara a varied va-ried r.nd motley train Wind through my castle of fancy In some mystical, far-ort Spain i There nre pennants on tower and turret, tur-ret, foith from the casements (lung Are hanners of royal splendor v'th golden gold-en broideries hun There nre music nnd dam-e and laughter' the trumpet's sllrr blare, i W'nssill nnd merr making as tankards nre tosaed In ulr. O1 I live It nil with the people who dwell j In my demesnes. ! I wnllt oftllmcs with the mighty nnd I i up with kings und queens. When my heart grons sick nnd weary oppressed by this humdrum world, I board my fleetest shallop, Its wing of thought unfurled. And soon, through clouds of musing, shadowy, vnmic nnd dim, Lcoms up my mjstleal castle on the far horizon's rim. Then flung to the winds nro Its tun- ners, tho trumpet's blast Is blown And the gates nre awung wide open wl n I come again to my own IMIth Sessions Tuppor In Naw Ycfk Herald |