The world’s a school

Of wrong, and what proficients swarm around

We must or imitate or disapprove;

Must ’list as their accomplices or foes;

That stains our innocence, this wounds our peace.

Young.

Thrice happy world, where gilded toys

No more disturb our thoughts, no more pollute our joys!

There light or shade no more succeed by turns,

There reigns the eternal sun with an unclouded ray,