The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe.
The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Ah, happy hills ah, pleasing shade Ah, fields beloved in vain Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow.
To each his suff'rings all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies Thought would destroy their paradise. No more where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise.
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