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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.
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Published by Susan on 08/01/2003 (2420 reads)
Oh if it were not for my wife...

Oh if it were not for my wife
       And family increase,
How gladly would I close my life
       In monastery peace!
A sweet and scented isle I know
       Where monks in muteness dwell,
And there in sereness I would go
              And seek a cell.

On milk and oaten meal I'd live,
       With carrot, kail and cheese;
The greens that tiny gardens give,
       The bounty of the bees.
Then war might rage, I would not know,
       Or knowing would not care:
No echo of a world of woe
              Would irk me there.

And I would be forgotten too
       As mankind I forgot;
Read Shakespeare and the Bible through,
       And brood in quiet thought.
Content with birds and trees and flowers
       In mellow age to find
'Mid monastery's holy hours
              God's Peace of Mind.


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