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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 08/09/2003 (2556 reads)
My destiny it is tonight...

My destiny it is tonight
    To sit with pensive brow
Beside my study fire and write
    This verse I'm making now.
This Period, this tiny dot
    My pencil has defined,
By centuries of human thought
           Was predestined.

And my last period of all
    With patience now I see;
The final point so very small,
    That locks my life for me.
Yet in eternity of time
    They relatively seem
So like,--the dot that rounds my rhyme
           Or ends my dream.

For each was preordained by Fate
    Since human life began;
So are the little and the great
    Linked in the life of man.
And as I wait without heartache
    The pencil-point of God,
To pattern predestined I make
           This------.

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