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Ella Wheeler Wilcox - Solitude
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	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, and 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
	For a long and lordly train,
	But one by one we must all file on
	Through the narrow aisles of pain.
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