Poems (Stephens)/The prodigal
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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.