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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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Dark Trinity

Published by Susan on 08/02/2003 (3326 reads)
Said I to Pain: "You would not dare...

Said I to Pain: "You would not dare
             Do ill to me."
Said Pain: "Poor fool! Why should I care
             Whom you may be?
To clown and king alike I bring
             My meed of bane;
Why should you shirk my chastening?"
                          Said Pain.

Said I to Grief: "No tears have I,
             Go on your way."
Said Grief: "Why should I pass you by,
             While others pay?
All men must know the way of woe,
             From saint to thief,
And tears were meant to overflow,"
                          Said Grief.

Said I to Death: "From ail and fret
             Grant me relief."
Said Death: "I know you are beset
             By Pain and Grief.
But my good will you must await
             Since human breath
To suffering is consecrate,"
                          Said Death.

Said I to God: "Pale Sister Grief,
             Bleak Brother Pain,
Bedevil me beyond belief,
             And Death's unfain . . ."
Said God: "Curse not that blessed Three,
             Poor human clod!
Have faith! Believe the One with Me ,"
                          Said God.

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