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    Tis true my garments threadbare are, And sorry poor I seem; But inly I am richer far Than any poet's dream. For I've a hidden life no one Can ever hope to see; A sacred sanctuary none May share with me. Aloof I stand from out the strife, Within my heart a song; By virtue of my inner life I to myself belong. Against man-ruling I rebel, Yet do not fear defeat, For to my secret citadel I may retreat. Oh you who have an inner life Beyond this dismal day With wars and evil rumours rife, Go blessedly your way. Your refuge hold inviolate; Unto yourself be true, And shield serene from sordid fate The Real You.


    — Robert W. Service

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    Service is best known for his poems "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" and "The Cremation of Sam McGee" from his first book Songs of a Sourdough (1907; also publiRobert W. Serviced as The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses). "These humorous tales in verse were considered doggerel by the literary set yet remain extremely popular to this day. ".

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