Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold… ‘T is heaven alone that is given away, ‘T is only God may be had for the asking; There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer.
