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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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Dedication

Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (2418 reads)
In youth I longed to paint...

In youth I longed to paint
    The loveliness I saw;
And yet by dire constraint
    I had to study Law.
But now all that is past,
    And I have no regret,
For I am free at last
         Law to forget.

To beauty newly born
    With brush and tube I play;
And though my daubs you scorn,
    I'll learn to paint some day.
When I am eighty old,
    Maybe I'll better them,
And you may yet behold
         A gem.

Old Renoir used to paint,
    Brush strapped to palsied hand;
His fervour of a saint
    How I can understand.
My joy is my reward,
    And though you gently smile,
Grant me to fumble, Lord,
         A little while!

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