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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 Mystery

Published by Susan on 08/10/2003 (4417 reads)
When God says: "Son your time is up...

When God says: "Son your time is up"
    You've had your show;
Your moment's come to drink the Cup,
    You've got to go.
Four score of years you've carried on,
    You can't complain;
So then back to oblivion
    You go again.

It's true I've almost run my course;
    Faint is the flame.
And I must go back to the source
    From which I came.
The what it is I do not know,
    Nor any one
Can tell me where that I will go
    When life is done.

So all will end in mystery,
    In vision vain;
The page of human history
    Will ne'er explain.
And that is just as it should be;
    Don't think it odd, -
If we could understand God He
    Would not be God.

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