My Castle

I have a castle,
On yonder high-hill.
Oft times I climb upward,
Where every thing is still.

T'is here that I vision,
The valleys below.
With high-ways all leading,
To cities bright glow.

Where some folks are lonely,
With heart-aches and care.
And life is made dreary,
By a troubled world there.

But here...in my castle,
Up my stair of bright beams.
I come...O..! so often,
To dream...all my dreams.


E.P. 1908 - 1989