Come here, Youth, come here!Behold, a new morning rises,A picture of truth hitherto unknown,Doubt and clouds of reason,Disputes for the delight of the crowd -.Behold, they have dissipated. Madness is a dark forest,It's a maze of maddeningly tangled roots.How many have fallen there! Which they should take care of,They do not know; in the darkness they stumble over their bonesOf the dead in this desert.I...