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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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My Inner Life

Published by Susan on 08/01/2003 (2617 reads)
'Tis true my garments threadbare are...

'Tis true my garments threadbare are,
          And sorry poor I seem;
But inly I am richer far
          Than any poet's dream.
For I've a hidden life no one
          Can ever hope to see;
A sacred sanctuary none
          May share with me.

Aloof I stand from out the strife,
          Within my heart a song;
By virtue of my inner life
          I to myself belong.
Against man-ruling I rebel,
          Yet do not fear defeat,
For to my secret citadel
          I may retreat.

Oh you who have an inner life
          Beyond this dismal day
With wars and evil rumours rife,
          Go blessedly your way.
Your refuge hold inviolate;
          Unto yourself be true,
And shield serene from sordid fate
          The Real You.


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