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 stars 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, with Love's large fortune spent
   In petty traffic, unproductive, mean---
      A pauper, cursed with impotent desire.

The Englishman and other poems by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
London : Gay and Hancock, Ltd., 1912.


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