The Voice Of The Ancient Bard

 Youth of delight come hither.

And see the opening morn,
Image of truth new born.

Doubt is fled & clouds of reason.

Dark disputes & artful teazing,
Folly is an endless maze,
Tangled roots perplex her ways,
How many have fallen there!
They stumble all night over bones of the dead:
And feel they know not what but care;
And wish to lead others when they should be led

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