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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 Hundred Books

Published by Susan on 08/09/2003 (4855 reads)
A thousand books my library...

A thousand books my library
And all are primed, it seems to me
       With brains.
Mine are so few I scratch in thought
       My head;
For just a hundred of the lot
       I've read.

A hundred books, but of the best,
       I can
With wisdom savour and digest
       And scan.
Yet when afar from kin and kith
       In nooks
Of quietness I'm happy with
       Sweet books.

So as nine hundred at me stare
       In vain,
My lack I'm wistfully aware
       Of brain;
Yet as my leave of living ends,
       With looks
Of love I view a hundred friends,
       My books.

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