The Squanderer

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Title:     The Squanderer
Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox [More Titles by Wilcox]

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 end]
Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem: Squanderer

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