So Goes The World

Lauprh, and the worid laapha ith 70a; Weep, and you weep alone; For thiti brave old earth nio&t borrow iU mirth, It han troables enouprh of its own. 8tng, and the huls will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air! Tho echoes bound to a joyíul sound, Bt eliriok from voicing care. Rejoio, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they torn and go: Thoy want f uil measure of all your pleasnre, But tbey do not want your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all; There are nono to decline your nectar'd wine, But alone you raust drink lita's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by; Succeed and give and it helps yon live, But no man can help you (Me. Thero is room in the halls of pleasare For a long and a lordly train; Bnt otie by one we must all flle on Through the narrow aisles of pain.