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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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Published by Susan on 08/02/2003 (3295 reads)
Because I've eighty years and odd...

Because I've eighty years and odd,
      And darkling is my day,
I now prepare to meet my God,
      And for forgiveness pray.
Not for salvation is my plea,
      Nor Heaven hope,--just rest:
Begging: "Dear Father, pardon me,
      I did not do my best.

"I did not measure with the Just
      To serve my fellow men;
But unto levity and lust
      I loaned my precious pen.
I sorrow for the sacred touch,
      And though I toiled with zest,
Dear God, have mercy, in-as-much
      I did not do my best.

"I bless You for the gift you gave
      That brought me golden joy;
Yet here beside the gentle grave
      I grieve for its employ.
Have pity, Lord,--so well I know
      I failed you in the test,
And my last thought is one of woe:
      I did not do my best."

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