Solitude
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 drink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you.
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasures,
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 byl
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.
——Ella Wheeler Wilcox; 1850 – 1919
” Every day is a god, each day is a god
and holiness holds forth in time…” Unknown
A run across the sand.
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