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Robert W Service - My ChapelRobert W Service - My Chapel
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In idle dream with pipe in hand     I looked across the Square, And saw the little chapel stand     In eloquent despair. A ruin of the War it was,     A dreary, dingy mess: It worried me a lot because     My hobby`s happiness. The shabby Priest said: `You are kind.     Time leaves us on the lurch, And there are very few who mind     Their duty to the Church. But with this precious sum you give,     I`ll make it like a gem; Poor folks will come, our altar live     To comfort them.` So now my chapel of despair     Is full of joy and song; I watch the humble go to prayer     Although I don`t belong. An artist and agnostic I     Possess but little pelf; But oh what blessings it can buy     Them—and myself!
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