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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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The Score

Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (3876 reads)
I asked a silver sage...

I asked a silver sage
        With race nigh run:
'Tell me in old of age
        Your wisdom won?'
Said he: 'From fret and strife
        And vain vexation,
The all I've learned from life

I asked a Bard who thrummed
        A harp clay-cold:
'How is your story summed
        Now you are old?'
Though golden voice was his,
        And fame had he,
He sighed: 'The finish is

I'm old; I have no wealth
        Toil to reward;
Yet for the boon of health
        I thank the Lord.
While Beauty I can see,
        To live is good;
And so life's crown to me

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