Poems (Stephens)/The prodigal

by Eliza Jane Stephens

For works with similar titles, see The Prodigal.

THE PRODIGAL.

I wasted health when young and strong,
 For life was fair and promised length;
I toiled, enjoyed with all my strength,
 And never asked it right or wrong.

I wasted time in seeking place,
 And scorned each homely duty done,
Nor felt the days glide one by one,
 And leave me with no added grace.

I wasted love, for vainest things
 Were oft enthroned within my heart,
Until they made of life a part,
 And then alas! took airy wings.

And now when sick, alone and old,
 I come, O gracious God, to thee;
And thou wilt welcome such as me,
 And gather me within thy fold.