The Blacksmith

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Title:     The Blacksmith
Author: William Lisle Bowles [More Titles by Bowles]

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.

3 While, flash! the frequent sparkles fly,
And tongs are hissing red;
Content and cheerful industry
Sweeten his daily bread.

[The end]
William Lisle Bowles's poem: Blacksmith

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