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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 Judgement

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2104 reads)
The Judge looked down, his face was grim...

The Judge looked down, his face was grim,
        He scratched his ear;
The gangster's moll looked up at him
        With eyes of fear.
She thought: 'This guy in velvet gown,
        With balding pate,
Who now on me is looking down,
        Can seal my fate.'

The Judge thought: 'Fifteen years or ten
        I might decree.
Just let me say the word and then
        Go home to tea.
But then this poor wretch might not be
        So long alive . . .'
So with surprise he heard that he
        Was saying 'Five'.

The Judge went home. His daughter's child
        Was five that day;
And with sweet gifts around her piled
        She laughed in play.
Then mused the Judge: 'Life oft bestows
        Such evil odds.
May he who human mercy shows
        Not count on God's?'

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