THE SQUANDERER

God gave him passions, splendid as the sun,
Meant for the lordliest purposes; a part
Of Nature's full and fertile mother heart,
From which new systems and new worlds are spun.
And now behold, behold, what he has done;
In Folly's Court and Carnal Pleasures' Mart
He flung the wealth life gave him at the start;
This of all mortal sins, the deadliest one.

At dawn he stood, potential, opulent
With virile manhood and emotions keen,
And wonderful with God's creative fire.
At noon he stands, all love's large fortune spent
In petty traffic, unproductive--mean--
A pauper, cursed with impotent desire.

World Voices by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York : Hearst'ss International Library Company 1916.


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