Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.

My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone, I build My castles in the air.

Concerning perfect blessed ness which consists in a vision of God. [Lat., Circa beatitudinem perfectam, quae in Dei visione consistit.]

I just have visions of him doing great things.

Hence the fool's paradise, the statesman's scheme, The air-built castle, and the golden dream, The maid's romantic wish, the chemist's flame, And poet's vision of eternal fame.