Poemsby William Blake

To Terzah

A Divine Image

The Voice of the Ancient Bard

 
 Youth of delight!  come hither
 And see the opening morn,
 Image of Truth new-born.
 Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
 Dark disputes and 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.

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To Terzah

A Divine Image