Youth and delight come hither
And see the opening morn
Image of truth new born
Doubt is fled in clouds of reason
Dark disputes and artful teasing
Folly is an endless maze
Tangled roots perplex her ways
How many have fallen there?
They stubble 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.
William Blake
And see the opening morn
Image of truth new born
Doubt is fled in clouds of reason
Dark disputes and artful teasing
Folly is an endless maze
Tangled roots perplex her ways
How many have fallen there?
They stubble 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.
William Blake