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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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Published by Susan on 07/29/2003 (3869 reads)
By open window all night long...

By open window all night long
I sleep and drink the air like wine,
Rousing to glee of garden song,
With leaves a-shimmer, lawn a-shine;
Glitter and gladness everywhere,
A lyric world without a care.

Without a care, and none have I,
No more than has my rosebud thrush,
That seeks melodious reply
From some blythe brother in the bush;
Echo on echo, song on song,
And all to innocence belong.

For innocence is happiness:
Let little children tell you this;
let purity of heart express
Its joy of sunny benefice . . .
Please, garden God, ere I go hence
Grant e your gift of innocence.

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