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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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Bright Encounter

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3366 reads)
As wearily I went my way

Bright Encounter

As wearily I went my way
    A-feeling more than blue,
I met a little girl today
    Whose face I never knew.
Then suddenly to my surprise,
    As she was passing by,
She looked at me with happy eyes
    And smiled so sunnily.

I am so sensitized to pain
    And in our human hive
I grieve the servitude and pain.
    The struggle to survive.
but as I walked weighed down with woe,
    To sorrow reconciled,
A tiny tot I did not know
    Looked up at me and smiled.

Sweet innocent, I blessed her as
    I went upon my way,
And that dark cloud my spirit has
    Was lit as by a ray.
So magically glad was I
    That I too smiled and smiled,
From midnight mood delivered by
    The sunshine of a child.

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