Founding Member Comment by Nollaig 2016 on November 27, 2013 at 1:46pm

And the smith his iron measures hammered to the anvil’s chime;
Thanking God, whose boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom
In the forge’s dust and cinders, in the tissues of the loom.
        Longfellow—Nuremberg. L. 34.

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