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ksbass said:
"Solitude" da Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you:
Weep, and te weep alone;
For the sad old earth
Must borrow its mirth,
It 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 want your woe.
Be glad, and your Friends are many;
Be sad, and te lose them all;
There are none to decline
Your nectared wine,
But alone te must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by;
Succeed and give,
And it helps te live,
But it cannot help te die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train;
But one da one
We must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
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