A Blacksmith’s Prayer

A Blacksmith’s Prayer My fire is extinct And my forge is decayed, By the side of the bench My old vise is laid. My anvil and hammer Lie gathering dust, My powerful bellows Have lost all their thrust. My coal is now spent, My iron’s all gone, My last nail’s been driven, And my day’s work is done.
	- Unknown
Adapted © Ray Smith 1999

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