[Editor: This poem by L. E. Homfray was published in The Sydney Morning Herald (Sydney, NSW), 12 April 1934.]
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.
The Sydney Morning Herald (Sydney, NSW), 12 April 1934, p. 18 of the “Women’s Supplement”
o’er = (archaic) over (pronounced the same as “oar”, “or”, and “ore”)
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