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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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My Virtues

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3019 reads)
The fount of humour sparsely springs

My Virtues

The fount of humour sparsely springs,
And it is granted to a few,
to see the funny side of things,
To get the comic point of view.
In hospital I chanced to eat
With one whose arms were sheared away,
Yet as I glumly cut his meat
He humbled me, he was so gay.

Serenity you'll often find
In simple folk designed to die;
The patient heart, the quiet mind
Give shame to gripes such as I.
I am not of the humble meek,
I know the fever and the fret;
Serenity is far to seek,
But by God's grace I'll gain it yet.

Let me not fight with any man,
Yet mostly with myself make peace.
Let me enjoy my mortal span,
And tranquilly accept release.
Let dawn discover me with glee,
And sunset by my smiling friend:
So Humour and Serenity
Shall glad my journey to the end.


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