Oft when a child I used to rove
Among the meadows fair,
And dreamily my fancies wove
Bright castles in the air,
Beyond the blue rimmed mountains I
Transported seemed to be,
And other lands and other climes
Were open unto me.
But now when all those visions fair
Have come to me in truth,
Still dreams I on of other lands
Just as I did in youth:
These wonderous scenes that come and go
Before my lomging eyes,
Are not of places Lnown on earth--
They are of Paradise
--Magdalene I. La Grange
in Songs of the Helderberg (1892)
