SOLITUDE ~o)
Laugh, and the world laughs with
you;
Weep, and you weep alone,
For the sad old earth must
borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its
own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air,
The echoes bound to a joyful
sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all
your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,--
There are none to decline your
nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's
gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, snd the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps
you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of
pleasure
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