Why should I keep holiday, <br />When other men have none? <br />Why but because when these are gay, <br />I sit and mourn alone. <br /> <br />And why when mirth unseals all tongues <br />Should mine alone be dumb? <br />Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs, <br />And now their hour is come.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compensation/
