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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 Artist

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (3210 reads)
All day with brow of anxious thought...

All day with brow of anxious thought
        The dictionary through,
Amid a million words he sought
        The sole one that would do.
He wandered on from pub to pub
        Yet never ceased to seek
With burning brain and pencil stub
        The Word Unique.

Said he: 'I'll nail it down or die.
        Oh Heaven help me, pray!'
And then a heavy car dashed by,
        And he was in the way.
They rushed him to the hospital,
        And though his chance was bleak,
He cried: 'I'll croak, but find I shall
        The Word Unique.'

They reckoned he was off his head,
        And could be it was so;
For as they bent above his bed
        He mumbled soft and low.
And then a name they heard him speak,
        Yet did not deem it odd . . .
At last he'd found the Word Unique,--
        Just God.

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