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Steven M. Tilley

Steven M. Tilley

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And the muscles of his brawny arms
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His brow is wet with honest sweat,
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Like a sexton ringing the village bell,
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He hears the parson pray and preach,
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Each morning sees some task begin,
     Each evening sees it close;
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Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
     For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
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Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
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The Village Blacksmith (1842)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
1807 – 1882
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