And gifts, that are not made for interest, -
Abundantly bestowed by Nature's cheek,
And voice, and hand! It is to live on life,
And husband it! It is to constant scan
The handiwork of Heaven. It is to con
Its mercy, bounty, wisdom, power! It is
To nearer see our God!

Julia. How like he talks
To Master Walter! Shall I give it o'er?
Not yet. Thou wouldst not live one half a year!
A quarter mightst thou for the novelty
Of fields and trees; but then it needs must be
In summer time, when they go dressed.

Clif. Not it!
In any time--say winter! Fields and trees
Have charms for me in very winter time.

Julia. But snow may clothe them then.

Clif. I like them full
As well in snow!

Julia. You do?

Clif. I do.

Julia. But night
Will hide both snow and them, and that sets in