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[ti:Solitude By Ella Wheeler Wilcox]
[00:04.69]Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
[00:08.93]Weep, and you weep alone;
[00:12.51]For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
[00:16.55]But has trouble enough of its own.
[00:19.98]Sing, and the hills will answer;
[00:23.25]Sigh, it is lost on the air;
[00:26.74]The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
[00:29.97]But shrink from voicing care.
[00:33.20]Rejoice, and men will seek you;
[00:36.48]Grieve, and they turn and go;
[00:40.11]They want full measure of all your pleasure,
[00:43.04]But they do not need your woe.
[00:46.98]Be glad, and your friends are many;
[00:49.85]Be sad, and you lose them all,
[00:52.57]There are none to decline your nectared wine,
[00:56.06]But alone you must drink life's gall.
[00:59.44]Feast, and your halls are crowded;
[01:02.42]Fast, and the world goes by.
[01:05.95]Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
[01:09.33]But no man can help you die.
[01:12.56]There is room in the halls of pleasure
[01:15.90]For a long and lordly train,
[01:19.43]But one by one we must all file on
[01:24.27]Through the narrow aisles of pain.