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Last evening I
paused beside the
blacksmith's door
And heard the anvil ring the vesper
chime.
"How many anvils have you had"
said I
"To wear and batter all these
hammers so?"
"Just one", said he; then said with a twinkling eye,
"The anvil wears the hammers out you know."
And so, I thought, the anvil of God's Word
For ages skeptic blows have beaten upon;
Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard,
The anvil is unharmed - the hammers gone.
- John Clifford
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