Laugh! and the world laughs with you;
Weep! and you weep alone;
For this sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
It has trouble enough of its own.
Sing! and the hills will echo it;
Sigh! and it's lost on the air;
For they want full measure of all your pleasure,
But nobody wants your care.
Feast! and your halls are crowded;
Fast! and they'll pass you by;
Succeed! and give! and they'll let you live;
Fail! and they'll let you die.
E. W. W.
The Way of Heaven
Joy! and your Lord joys with you;
Weep! and He sees your tears;
You may drink of His love all measure above,
Not a cry of distress but He hears.
Sing! and the heavens echo it;
Sigh! 'tis caught quick by His ear;
For you are His treasure wherein He finds pleasure,
So cast on Him all your care.
Feast! for you may live by Him;
Fast! He can fill up the void;
Ten thousand times lovely, His glory's above me;
His banner is Love—unalloyed.
“If thou shalt confess with
thy mouth the Lord Jesus,
and shalt believe in thine
heart that God hath
raised Him from the
dead, thou shalt
"Whosoever believeth
on Him shall not be