I speak about a race of real children, not too wise or too good, but bounded up and down by love and hate, oh may their early joys be nature and knowledge, rightly honoured by that name, not purchased with loss of power.

Wordsworth – Prelude V.410-425

Oh may their early joys be nature and knowledge. Knowledge, rightly honoured by that name, not purchased with the loss of power. Don’t just sit there, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!