Poems (Hoffman)/A Retrospect
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A RETROSPECT
They who enjoy most suffer most life's woes,
And ecstasies come not alike to each,
One little knows
What heights and depths another's soul may reach.
And ecstasies come not alike to each,
One little knows
What heights and depths another's soul may reach.
Two travelers gazing on one common scene,
One sees a weed-grown field and threatening sky,
The other sees a thousand charms between—
His is the Artist's eye.
One sees a weed-grown field and threatening sky,
The other sees a thousand charms between—
His is the Artist's eye.