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.
The opening lines from the poem Solitude, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 1850-1915, populist poet.
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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.
The opening lines from the poem Solitude, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, 1850-1915, populist poet.
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