Where Ignorance is Bliss
To each his sufferings: all are men,
Condemned alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
The 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 destrpy their paradise.
No more:-where ignorance is bliss,
'Tis folly to be wise!