 | The Writings of Bret Harte |  |
COMPENSATION
The Poet sings on the plain,
The Trader toils in the mart,
One envies the other's gain,
One stares at the other's art.
The Trader toils in the mart,
One envies the other's gain,
One stares at the other's art.
Yet each one reaches his goal,
And the Critic sneers as they pass,
And each of the three in his soul
Believes the other an ass.
And the Critic sneers as they pass,
And each of the three in his soul
Believes the other an ass.
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