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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 (3085 reads)
I sing of starry dreams come true...

I sing of starry dreams come true,
         Of hopes fulfilled;
Of rich reward beyond my due,
         Of harvest milled.
The full fruition of the years
         Is mine to hold,
And in despite of toil and tears
         The sun is gold.

I have no hate for any one
         On this good earth;
My days of hardihood are done,
         And hushed my hearth.
No echo of a world afar
         Can trouble me;
Above a grove the evening star
         Serene I see.

No jealousy nor passion base
         Can irk me now;
Recieved am I unto God's grace
         With tranquil brow.
Adieu to love I have and hold,
         Farewell to friend;
In peace and faith my hands I fold
         And wait the end.


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