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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 (3292 reads)
The joys we ought to value most


The joys we ought to value most
Are those that have no lucre cost;
A sunrise or a sunset are
Of gratis sights the finest far;
The constellations of the night
Gratuitously charm our sight;
And all the beauty of the earth
Cannot be weighed in money worth.

I love the cloistering of trees,
The scent of clover on the breeze;
Plump apples gemmed with morning dew,
Lone lamb clouds lost up in the blue;
The mating rapture of the thrush,
The eventide of holy hush;
The soar of mountains to the sky -
Such sights no Midas gold can buy.

Dame nature is no niggard, she
Displays her best for all to see;
So learn to love such lowly things
As violets  and linnet wings;
Life's richest gifts to you and me,
My friends, are fabulously free;:
And finally, no miser's wealth
Can buy the ecstasy of health.

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