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 Dedication To Providence by Robert William Service 
						I loved to toy with tuneful rhyme,My fancies into verse to weave;
 For as I walked my words would chime
 So bell-like I could scarce believe;
 My rhymes rippled like a brook,
 My stanzas bloomed like blossoms gay:
 And that is why I dream this book
 A verseman's holiday.
 
 The palm-blades brindle in the blaze
 Of sunsets splendouring the sea;
 The Gloaming is a lilac haze
 That impish stars stab eagerly. . . .
 O Land of Song! Oh golden clime!
 O happy me, whose work is play!
 Please take this tribute of my rhymes:
 A verseman's holiday.
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