The village blacksmith . Toiling, — rejoicing, — through hfe he goes; Each morning sees some task begin,Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done,Has earned a nights Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flamhig forge of hfeOur fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shapedEach burnincf deed and thought!

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