Classic Poem

A huge pile of wealth,
And a mansion that's fine;
But gone is his health,
And his dreamings divine.

Are far back in youth.
He has given away
His faith in man's truth;
And, for many a day,

His power to feel
Earth's wonder and glory,
And what they reveal,
Has become an old story.

For money, he's sold
Both his heart and his brain:
Is it strange a small part
Of the man should remain?