. Shepp's Literary world: containing the lives of our noted American and favorite English authors. Together with choice selections from their writings . NDER a spreading chestnut treeThe village smithy stands ;The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands;And the muscles of his brawny armsAre stron as iron bands. THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. He earns whateer he can,And looks the whole world in the face,For he owes not any man. hair is crisp, and black, and lung; His face is like the tan ;His brow is wet with honest sweat; Week in, week out, from morn till night,You can hear his be
. Shepp's Literary world: containing the lives of our noted American and favorite English authors. Together with choice selections from their writings . NDER a spreading chestnut treeThe village smithy stands ;The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands;And the muscles of his brawny armsAre stron as iron bands. THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. He earns whateer he can,And looks the whole world in the face,For he owes not any man. hair is crisp, and black, and lung; His face is like the tan ;His brow is wet with honest sweat; Week in, week out, from morn till night,You can hear his bellows blow; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,With measured beat and slow. Like a sexton ringing the village bellWhen the evenina; sun is They love to see the flaming forge,And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that flyLike chaff from the threshing floor. And children coming home from schoolLook in at the open door; They love to see the flaming hear the bellows roar. And catch the burning sparks that flyLike chaflF from a threshing-floor. He goes on Sunday to the church,And sits among his boys ; He hears the parson pray and heais his daughters voice, Singing in the village choir. And it makes his heart rejoice. It sounds to him like her mothers voice. Singing in Paradise !He needs must think of her once mure. How in the grave she lies ;And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling—rej oicing—sorrowing—Onward through life he goes: Each morning sees some task begin,Each evening sees it close ; HENKY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 63 Something attempted—something done,Has earned a nights repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friendFor the lesson thou hast ta
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