A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.
A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.
Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!