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Паутина.
[Ella Wheeler Wilcox.]
Паутина.
[Ella Wheeler Wilcox.]
THE WAY OF THE WORLD.
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Laugh, and the world laughs with you,
Weep, and you weep alone ;
For the brave old earth must borrow its mirth,
It has troubles enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer,
Sigh ! it is lost on the air ;
The echoes rebound 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 don’t want your woe.
Be glad and your friends are many,
Be sad and you lose them all ;
There are none to decline your nectar’d wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded ;
Fast, and the world goes by ;
Succeed and give and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die,
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train ;
But one by one we must all file on
Thro’ the narrow aisles of pain.
–——
Laugh, and the world laughs with you,
Weep, and you weep alone ;
For the brave old earth must borrow its mirth,
It has troubles enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer,
Sigh ! it is lost on the air ;
The echoes rebound 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 don’t want your woe.
Be glad and your friends are many,
Be sad and you lose them all ;
There are none to decline your nectar’d wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded ;
Fast, and the world goes by ;
Succeed and give and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die,
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train ;
But one by one we must all file on
Thro’ the narrow aisles of pain.
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