Solitude Laugh, and the world laughs with you, Weep, and you weep alone. For sad old earth much borrow it smirth. 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 joyfull sound, Bur 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 large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.                                  Ella Wheeler Wilcox * Home * Profile * Life's Delights * Pictures * Journal * Wisdom * * Faith * Arts & Lit * Books * Korean Food * Recipes * Links * "The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or more correctly, being loved in spite of yourself." Victor Hugo