Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To

Some Bold Adventurers Disdain The Limits Of Their Little Reign, And Unknown Regions Date Descry.

The Meanest Flowret Of The Vale, / The Simplest Note That Swells The Gale, / The Common Sun, The Air, And Skies, / To Him Are Opening Paradise.

Rich With The Spoils Of Time.

Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To Be Wise.

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.