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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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Two Children

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (3010 reads)
Give me your hand, oh little one...

Give me your hand, oh little one!
   Like children be we two;
Yet I am old, my day is done
   That barely breaks for you.
A baby-basket hard you hold,
   With in it cherries four:
You cherish them as men do gold,
           And count them o'er.

And then you stumble in your walk;
   The cherries scattered lie.
You pick them up with foolish talk
   And foolish glad am I,
When you wipe one quite clean of dust
   And give it unto me;
So in the baby-basket just
           Are three.

All this is simple, I confess,
   A moment piled with peace;
Yet loving men have died for less,
   And will till time shall cease. . . .
A silken hand in crinkled one--
   O Little Innocence!
O blessed moment in the son
           E'er I go hence!

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