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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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The Return

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (3182 reads)
To my old home I came,

The Return

To my old home I came,
Where I was born and bred;
I lit the hearth-fire flame,
I made my boyhood bed.
The walls were bleak with blame,
The nooks were dark with dread.

To my old home I came
From world-wide wandering;
With nought to show but shame
For sin and squandering.
Sickly  and old and lame,
Death dourly pondering.

In my old home will I,
With doom-deep weariness
Remain until I die,
While wraiths of wistfulness
Around me peer and pry,
And pity my distress.

With ghosts will I remain
Of those who held me dear;
And I will bed with pain,
And I will bide with fear . . .
Sweet shades! grieve not in vain:
I come to you again
I left for fifty year.

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