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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 Worlds

Published by Susan on 08/10/2003 (3968 reads)
When I was rising twenty-two...

When I was rising twenty-two
    And full of guts and grit,
I quit the Old World for the New,
    Saying: "To heck with it!"
Dull ways of safety and of ease
    I held with heart of scorn,
And sought beyond the senile seas
    A land new-born.

Bt now that New World of the Old
    I love, for life has sped;
To find, though I've a heap of gold,
    My friends of youth are dead.
Their names are graved on granite stones,
    Bu lone for them am I;
So I have come to lay my bones
    Where loved ones lie.

For oh! the New World's brave and bright
    When one is young and bold;
Bt when aweary of the fight
    My heart aches for the Old.
I leave my life-work over there,
    Hoping 'tis not in vain . . .
But now, - thank God for all His care:
I'll Home again.

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