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A Song Of Success

© Robert William Service

Ho! we were strong, we were swift, we were brave.
Youth was a challenge, and Life was a fight.
All that was best in us gladly we gave,
Sprang from the rally, and leapt for the height.

Our Daily Bread

© Robert William Service

"Give me my daily breath,"
Through half a sob,
Until untimely death
Shall end my job.
A crust for my award,
I cry in dread:

The Fool

© Robert William Service

"But it isn't playing the game," he said,
And he slammed his books away;
"The Latin and Greek I've got in my head
Will do for a duller day."

My Indian Summer

© Robert William Service

Here in the Autumn of my days
My life is mellowed in a haze.
Unpleasant sights are none to clear,
Discordant sounds I hardly hear.

Security

© Robert William Service

Young man, gather gold and gear,
they will wear you well;
You can thumb your nose at fear,
Wish the horde in hell.

My Room

© Robert William Service

I think the things I own and love
Acquire a sense of me,
That gives them value far above
The worth that others see.

Fi-Fi In Bed

© Robert William Service

Up into the sky I stare;
All the little stars I see;
And I know that God is there
O, how lonely He must be!

Young Fellow My Lad

© Robert William Service

"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad,
On this glittering morn of May?"
"I'm going to join the Colours, Dad;
They're looking for men, they say."

The Bliss Of Ignorance

© Robert William Service

When Jack took Nell into his arms
He knew he acted ill,
And thought as he enjoyed her charms
Of his fiancée Jill.

The Wistful One

© Robert William Service

I sought the trails of South and North,
I wandered East and West;
But pride and passion drove me forth
And would not let me rest.

Imagination

© Robert William Service

A gaunt and hoary slab of stone
I found in desert place,
And wondered why it lay alone
In that abandoned place.

To Sunnydale

© Robert William Service

There lies the trail to Sunnydale,
Amid the lure of laughter.
Oh, how can we unhappy be
Beneath its leafy rafter!

Sacrifice

© Robert William Service

I gave an eye to save from night
A babe born blind;
And now with eager semi-sight
Vast joy I find
To think a child can share with me
Earth ecstasy!

Silence

© Robert William Service

When I was cub reporter I
Would interview the Great,
And sometimes they would make reply,
And sometimes hesitate;

The Goat And I

Alas! though bards make verse sublime,
And lines to quote,
It takes a fool like me to rhyme
About a goat.

Quatrains

One said: Thy life is thine to make or mar,
To flicker feebly, or to soar, a star;
It lies with thee -- the choice is thine, is thine,
To hit the ties or drive thy auto-car.

Old Scout

Is it because I'm bent and grey,
Though wearing rather well,
That I can slickly get away
With all the yarns I tell?

Tim

My brother Tim has children ten,
While I have none.
Maybe that's why he's toiling when
To ease I've won.

Agnostic Apology

I am a stout materialist;
With abstract terms I can't agree,
And so I've made a little list
Of words that don't make sense to me.

The Anniversary

"This bunch of violets," he said,
"Is for my daughter dear.
Since that glad morn when she was wed
It is today a year.