{"id":8408,"date":"2022-08-14T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-08-14T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newspaperhistory.com\/?p=8408"},"modified":"2022-08-14T01:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-08-14T05:00:00","slug":"the-village-blacksmith","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/the-village-blacksmith\/","title":{"rendered":"The Village Blacksmith"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>From the <a href=\"https:\/\/chroniclingamerica.loc.gov\/lccn\/sn89074404\/1914-08-14\/ed-1\/seq-5\/\">Grand Forks Daily Herald, August 14, 1914<\/a>. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Under a spreading chestnut-tree<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The village smithy stands;<br>The smith, a mighty man is he,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With large and sinewy hands;<br>And the muscles of his brawny arms<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are strong as iron bands. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His hair is crisp, and black, and long,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His face is like the tan;<br>His brow is wet with honest sweat,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He earns whate&#8217;er he can,<br>And looks the whole world in the face,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For he owes not any man. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Week in, week out, from morn till night,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;You can hear his bellows blow;<br>You can hear him swing his heavy sledge,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With measured beat and slow,<br>Like a sexton ringing the village bell,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When the evening sun is low. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And children coming home from school<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Look in at the open door;<br>They love to see the flaming forge,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And hear the bellows roar,<br>And catch the burning sparks that fly<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Like chaff from a threshing-floor. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He goes on Sunday to the church,<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And sits among his boys;<br>He hears the parson pray and preach,<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0He hears his daughter&#8217;s voice<br>Singing in the village choir<br>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And it makes his heart rejoice. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It sounds to him like her mother&#8217;s voice,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Singing in Paradise!<br>He needs must think of her once more,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;How in the grave she lies;<br>And with his hard, rough hand he wipes<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A tear out of his eyes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Toiling,\u2014rejoicing,\u2014sorrowing,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Onward through life he goes;<br>Each morning sees some task begin,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Each evening sees it close<br>Something attempted, something done,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Has earned a night&#8217;s repose. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For the lesson thou hast taught!<br>Thus at the flaming forge of life<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Our fortunes must be wrought;<br>Thus on its sounding anvil shaped<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Each burning deed and thought.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Grand Forks Daily Herald, August 14, 1914. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Under a spreading chestnut-tree&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The village smithy stands;The smith, a mighty man is he,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With large and sinewy hands;And the muscles of his brawny arms&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long,&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His face is like the tan;His brow is [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[32,3],"tags":[164],"class_list":["post-8408","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-grand-forks-daily-herald","category-newspapers","tag-henry-wadsworth-longfellow"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8408","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8408"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8408\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8408"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8408"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/desperaudio.com\/newspaperpoetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8408"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}