<h3><SPAN name="47">THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD</SPAN></h3>
Youth of delight! come hither<br/>
And see the opening morn,<br/>
Image of Truth new-born.<br/>
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,<br/>
Dark disputes and artful teazing.<br/>
Folly is an endless maze;<br/>
Tangled roots perplex her ways;<br/>
How many have fallen there!<br/>
They stumble all night over bones of the dead;<br/>
And feel—they know not what but care;<br/>
And wish to lead others, when they should be led.
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