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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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To A Tycoon

Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2766 reads)
Since much has been your mirth...

Since much has been your mirth
        And fair your fate,
Friend, leave your lot of earth
        Less desolate.
With frailing overdue,
        Why don't you try
The bit of God in you
        To justify?

Try to discern the grace
        All greed above,
That may uplift the race
        To realm of love.
For in you is a spark,
        A heaven-glow,
That will illume the dark
        Before you go.

Aye, though it be that you
        To Faith are blind,
There's one thing you can do,
        It's--just be kind.
The anguish understand,
        Of hearts that bleed:
Friends, lend a helping hand
        To those in need.

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