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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 08/01/2003 (3943 reads)
What I seek far yet seldom find...

What I seek far yet seldom find
Is large simplicity of mind
                    In fellow men;
For I have sprouted from the sod,
Like Bobbie Burns, my earthly god,
                    --From plough to pen.

So I refuse my brain to vex
With problems prosy and complex,
                    Beyond my scope;
To me simplicity is peace,
So I persue it without cease,
                    And growing hope.

"The world is too much with us," wrote
Wise Wordsworth, whom I love to quote,
                    When rhymes are coy;
And simple is the world I see,
With bud and bloom and brook and tree
                    To give me joy.

So blissfully I slip away
From brazen and dynamic day
                    To dingle cool . . .
Now tell me friend, if in your eyes,
By being simple I am wise,--
                    Or just a fool?

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