Site Search
Random Quote
Said he: "You saw the Master clear...

Main Menu
In the Spotlight !
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.
All Entries 1997 - 2002
All Entries 2002
Odds and Ends, Other Items Of Interest About Robert

The Trust

Published by Susan on 08/02/2003 (2548 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."


Navigate through the articles
Previous article A Rusty Nail Lord Let Me Live Next article
Voters total: 0
Average: 0
The comments are owned by the author. We aren't responsible for their content.
RobertWService.Com