Their treasures: the winter’s snows,
The autumn’s store, and the flowers of spring,
And the summer’s perfect rose.
“All these and more shall be thine,
Dear child,—but the last and best
Thyself must earn by a strife divine,
If thou wouldst be truly blest.
“Wouldst know this last, best gift?
’Tis a conscience clear and bright,
A peace of mind which the soul can lift