ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
1855 - 1919.
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;