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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 (3480 reads)
When young I was an Atheist...

When young I was an Atheist,
        Yea, pompous as a pigeon
No opportunity I missed
        To satirize religion.
I sneered at Scripture, scoffed at Faith,
        I blasphemed at believers:
Said I: "There's nothing after Death,--
        Your priests are just deceivers."

In middle age I was not so
        Contemptuous and caustic.
Thought I: "There's much I do not know:
        I'd better be agnostic.
The hope of immortality
        'Tis foolish to be flouting."
So in the end I came to be
        A doubter of my doubting.

Now I am old, with steps inclined
        To hesitate and falter;
I find I get such peace of mind
        Just sitting by an altar.
So Friends, don't scorn the family pew,
        The preachments of the kirks:
Religion may be false or true,
        But by the Lord!--it works.

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