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 the bones of the dead
And feel they know not what but care,
And wish to lead others when they should be led.
William Blake, from "Songs of Experience", 1794