Heart's Riches Poem by Imogene Wagner

I thank the heart for being
A store house free to spend
Love foolishly and liberally
On every new found friend;
That I may give unasking
What payment there will be,
That I may lave my riches out
On everything I see;

I love an unknown artist,
Or a laughing mountain stream,
I love the Jonquils in Spring
And the hope of a writer's dream.
I love a virile tenderness,
I love all free-winged birds,
I love wee children's laughter
And all the books with words.

I love the golden sunshine
I love all music's tone,
I love all men that yearn to be,
And grow and are alone.

(November 1948)