The Blacksmith. (From The Villager's Verse-Book.)
How cheerful in the winter's night, As down the lane I stray; The blacksmith's forge shoots out its light, And shines across the way! The smith his labouring bellows blows, And now his stroke repeats; Beats the red iron, as it glows, And shapes it as he beats. While, flash! the frequent sparkles fly, And tongs are hissing red; Content and cheerful industry Sweeten his daily bread.
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