Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 5, May 1852Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 5, May 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Then the forging, and the grinding, and the filing, and the whetting,
with the shock of blade on blade, till the clatter of that smithy,
mingling and dividing, mellowed, rose sweeter than the notes fabled of
the sun, when he with his first rays smote upon the head of Memnon in
wonder-loving Egypt; or the song heard by the wandering Greek hard by
Charibdis, enticing the listening mariner to his death.
Aha! aha! thou hast found a new life, and a new action, greatest of
metals.
Who are ye, who thus welcome me with a hymn of glory?
We are the light, the eldest born, begotten in love, in love to endure
forever.
We were present at thy beginning, and saw the hand which moulded thee
with fire.
We saw the joy of thy young days, and acknowledge thee a child of God,
like unto ourselves.
We know thy offices, and the laws which rule thee, liquid or congealed,
obedient to God’s will.
In the depths of the earth wert thou engendered, and didst dwell in
darkness for this hour.
From the center didst thou spring upward, and wert poured through all
the veins of matter, to strengthen and complete.
But now thou art born into a new life, and art appointed to build and
destroy.
Another, mightier than thyself, shall shape thee, and thou shall be his
bondsman until thy work is done.
In the furnace and at the forge shall thy true worth be tried, and every
good by heaven blessed, by thee be multiplied.
Then sing the praise of iron; the sturdy and noble iron—
Clink, clank;
Glowing, flashing;
Clanging, clashing;
Sharp and quick;
With the grinding, and the filing, and the whetting, and the shock of
blade on blade; while the clatter of the smithy ringing, cries, it is
mine to civilize.
SECTION VIII.
The brothers hastened from the mount, and descending, bore homeward the
new-found metal with dances, and with shouts, which called Erix and
Zella to meet them, and to listen, with growing eyes and a faith equal
to their own, to the marvelous tale of the light which fell from heaven,
and their blindness and the voice within them, and the altar burned, and
the molten pool, and the strange wild music which they heard, until a
knowledge entered into them of the gift they had received.
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