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 air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care....

Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1855-1919)

A Cloud of Dust - print #127

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