Page:Songs of Innocence and of Experience, copy Z, 1826 (Library of Congress).pdf/54

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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