LAST EVE I passed beside a blacksmith's door, And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime; Then, looking in, I saw upon the floor Old hammers, worn with beating years of time. "How many anvils have you had," said I, "To wear and batter all these hammers so?" "Just one," said he, and then, with twinkling eye, "The anvil wears the hammers out, you know." And so, thought I, the anvil of God's Word, For ages skeptic blows have beat upon; Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard, The anvil is unharmed -- the hammers gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COLD HANDS WARM HEART by KAREN SWENSON TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SONNET: FOR INSPIRATION by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI EVOLUTION by JOHN BANISTER TABB LOVE AND HOPE by FRANCIS BROOKS |