Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To

O'er Her Warm Cheek, And Rising Bosom, Move The Bloom Of Young Desire And Purple Light Of Love.

And Hie Him Home, At Evening's Close, To Sweet Repast And Calm Repose.

We Frolic While 'tis May.

From Toil He Wins His Spirits Light, From Busy Day The Peaceful Night; Rich, From The Very Want Of Wealth, In Heaven's Best Treasures, Peace And Health.

Chill Penury Repress'd Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.