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Laugh and the world laughs with youWeep and you weep aloneFor the sad old earth must borrow its mirthBut has trouble enough of its ownSing, and the hills will answerSing, it is lost on the airThe echoes bound to a joyful soundBut shrink from voicing careRejoice, and men will seek youGrieve, and they turn and goThey want full measure of all your pressureBut they do not need you woeBe glad, and your friends are manyBe sad, and you lose them allThere are none to decline your nectared wineBut alone you must drink life’s gallFeast, and your halls are crowdedFast, and the world goes bySucceed and give, and it helps you liveBut no man can help you dieFor there’s no room in the halls of pleasureFor a large and lordly trainBut one by one we must all file on.Through the narrow aisle of painBy Ella Wheeler Wilcox