Riches [poem by L. E. Homfray, 12 April 1934]

[Editor: This poem by L. E. Homfray was published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 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 = over (pronounced the same as “oar”, “or”, and “ore”)

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