And he sang: “Hurra for my handiwork!”
	And the red sparks lit the air;
	Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made;
	And he fashioned the first ploughshare.

Chas. Mackay.    

	Under a spreading chestnut tree
	The village smithy stands;
	The smith a mighty man is he,
	With large and sinewy hands;
	And the muscles of his brawny arms
	Are strong as iron bands.

Longfellow.    

	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.