"Solitude" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
 Solitude   by Ella Wheeler Wilcox     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.   For there is room in ...