[Editor: This poem by L. E. Homfray was published in The Sydney Morning Herald (Sydney, NSW), 12 April 1934.]
Riches.
No worldly wealth or fame is mine,
Yet at my door
Stand Joy and Hope with outstretched hands,
I ask no more.
Each little sweet-voiced bird that sings,
Brings joy to me,
In every star which decks the sky,
God’s love I see.
When sorrows gather o’er my path,
And life is sad,
Two laughing eyes look into mine,
And I am glad.
Dear childish lives encircle me
With rapture sweet
And in their guileless love I find
My joy complete.
When worldly Fame shall pass away
And wealth is vain,
These priceless treasures all my own
Will still remain.
L. E. HOMFRAY.
Source:
The Sydney Morning Herald (Sydney, NSW), 12 April 1934, p. 18 of the “Women’s Supplement”
Editor’s notes:
o’er = (archaic) over (pronounced the same as “oar”, “or”, and “ore”)
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