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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 Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3373 reads)
Of all the people whom you meet


Of all the people whom you meet
                            in city mile
How few there are who gaily greet
                            You with a smile!
For radiance you look in vain
                            In human mask;
You only see the fret  and strain
                            Of daily task.

Only the very young are gay
                            With empty cheer;
Yet soon on them life's hand will lay
                            Its load of fear;
They too will join the drudge and drive
                            In dust and din,
The weary struggle to survive
                            So few will win.

Then let us seek a soaring trail,
                            A singing stream;
A sunset fading primrose pale,
                            A moon a-dream;
And where rich pines embalm the air
                            And rumours cease,
In hush as holy as a prayer
                            Commune with peace.

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