Too Alone to be happy
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Laugh and the world laugh 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, and it is lost on the air.
The echoes bounce 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,
Succeed and give, and it helps you to live,
But no man can help you
There is room in the hall of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
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