Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ARMORER'S SONG, by HARRY BACHE SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: Let hammer on anvil ring Last Line: The armorer -- that is I! | ||||||||
I LET hammer on anvil ring, And the forge fire brightly shine; Let wars rage still, While I work with a will At this peaceful trade of mine. The sword is a weapon to conquer fields; I honor the man who shakes it: But naught is the lad who the broad-sword wields Compared to the lad who makes it. Clang! Clang! Clang! Then huzzah for the anvil, the forge, and the sledge! Huzzah for the sparks that fly! If I had a cup I would straightway pledge The armorer -- that is I! 2 Let others of glory sing, As they struggle in glory's quest. Let them wave their brands In their mailed hands, While the sword smites shield and crest. Oh, war is a trade I have not essayed, Though goodliest fame attends it. I sing of the one who, when fight is done, Takes every good sword and mends it. Clang! Clang! Clang! Then huzzah for the valiant, the squire, or the knight, Who loveth the battle-cry! But here's to the swordsman that maketh them fight, The armorer -- that is I! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER FAULTS, FR. THE MANDARIN by HARRY BACHE SMITH I DIDN'T LIKE HIM by HARRY BACHE SMITH MY ANGELINE by HARRY BACHE SMITH SAME OLD STORY by HARRY BACHE SMITH THE LONG NIGHT by HARRY BACHE SMITH THE SONG OF THE TURNKEY by HARRY BACHE SMITH THE DEATH OF LEONIDAS by GEORGE CROLY THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS by WILLIAM BLAKE SIR W. TRELOAR'S DINNER FOR CRIPPLED CHILDREN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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