David Benjamin Blower - 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

Written by:
David Benjamin Blower, William Blake

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Lyrics © LYNNE GREEN-MELINCOFF D/B/A HOFFMAN HOUSE MUSIC

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