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Solitude


by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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;


Be sad, and you lose them all,

—
There are none to decline your nectared 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 large and lordly train,


But one by one we must all file on


Through the narrow aisles of pain.

 
“Solitude” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Public Domain

Feed your faith…

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“Feed your faith and all of your doubts will starve to death.”
—Gaur Gopal Das, author of The Way of the Monk

 

Simplicity


by Henry David Thoreau

Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as
 two or three,

and keep your accounts on your thumb nail …

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time

To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome


and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the


companion that was so companionable as solitude …

If one advances confidently in the direction of his


dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has


imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in


common hour …

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener.


So our prospects brighten on the influx of better thoughts.


We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and


took advantage of every accident that befell us. Sometimes, in


a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my


sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the


pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and


stillness, while the birds sing around or flitted noiseless through 
the house,

until by the sun falling in at my west window, or the


noise of some traveller’s wagon on the distant highway, I was


reminded of the lapse of time.
 
“Simplicity” by Henry David Thoreau from Walden. Public Domain.

 

 

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