The Village Blacksmith

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1. Under a spreading chestnut-tree
2. The village smithy stands;
3. The smith, a mighty man is he,
4. With large and sinewy hands;
5. And the muscles of his brawny arms
6. Are strong as iron bands.
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8. His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
9. His face is like the tan;
10. His brow is wet with honest sweat,
11. He earns whate'er he can,
12. And looks the whole world in the face,
13. For he owes not any man.
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15. Week in, week out, from morn till night,
16. You can hear his bellows blow;
17. You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,
18. With measured beat and slow,
19. Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
20. When the evening sun is low.
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22. And children coming home from school
23. Look in at the open door;
24. They love to see the flaming forge,
25. And bear the bellows roar,
26. And catch the burning sparks that fly
27. Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
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29. He goes on Sunday to the church,
30. And sits among his boys;
31. He hears the parson pray and preach,
32. He hears his daughter's voice,
33. Singing in the village choir,
34. And it makes his heart rejoice.
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36. It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
37. Singing in Paradise!
38. He needs must think of her once more,
39. How in the grave she lies;
40. And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
41. A tear out of his eyes.
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43. Toiling,--rejoicing,--sorrowing,
44. Onward through life he goes;
45. Each morning sees some task begin,
46. Each evening sees it close
47. Something attempted, something done,
48. Has earned a night's repose.
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50. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
51. For the lesson thou hast taught!
52. Thus at the flaming forge of life
53. Our fortunes must be wrought;
54. Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
55. Each burning deed and thought.