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Robert W Service - DedicationRobert W Service - Dedication
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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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