THE ANVIL - Benjamin Franklin King Poems

 
 

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THE ANVIL
England's on the anvil -- hear the hammers ring --
Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne!
Never was a blacksmith like our Norman King --
England's being hammered, hammered, hammered into line.

England's on the anvil! Heavy are the blows!
(But the work will be a marvel when it's done.)
Little bits of Kingdoms cannot stand against their foes.
England's being hammered, hammered, hammered into one!

There shall be one people -- it shall serve one Lord --
(Neither Priest nor Baron shall escape!)
It shall have one speech and law, soul and strength and sword.
England's being hammered, hammered, hammered into shape!

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