Come here, Youth, come! Behold, a new morning rises, A picture of truth hitherto unknown, Doubt and clouds of reason, Disputes for the crowd's delight - Behold, they have dispelled. Madness is a dark forest, It's a labyrinth of madly tangled roots. How many have fallen there! What they should care for, They do not know; In darkness for bones they stumble The dead in this wilderness. I...