Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1832-11-14
WEDNESDAY. NOVEMBER IA, 1875
From Biarksoooa's Magazine.

THE FORGING OF THE ANCHOR.
CoME, see the Doiphin's anchor forged; tits al a
white heat now;
The little flames still ffully play through the sa-
bic mound;
Aud itfully you still may see the grim smiths
ranking round.
All clad in "arthen panoply, their broad hands
only bare;
Some rest upon their sedges here, some work the
wndass there.
The windIass strains the tackle chains. the black
mound heayc, beio";
And red and deep, a h4ndred veins burst out at
every three,
1t rises, roars. rends all outright-O! Vulcan
what glow.
Ills binding white. 'tis blasting bright; the high
sun shines not SO!
The high sun sees not, on the earth, such fiery
fearful show;
The roofrib swarth, the candent hearth the rud-
dy lurid row
of Smiths. tina, stand. an ardent band, like men
before the foe,
As, Qaiseriug through his fleece of fame, the
sailing monster. slow
Sinks on ne anviI--ali about, the faces fiery
grow
.Hurrahr they shout, 'leap ont-ieap out; bang
bang. the sledses go;
Hurrah. the jetted iightnrngs arc Kissing high and
low
A haiIlng fnun, Of fire is struck at every squash
Ing blow;
The leathern mail rebOun'is the hail, the rat
Ting eindersstrow
The ground around. at every bolnd the sweiter.
- Ing fountains flow
Anu thick and loud, the swiuking crowd, at every
stroke, pant no"
Leap out. leap out, my masters leap out and lay
on load.
Let's forge goodly Anchor:a Bower, thick and
broad.
For a heart Of oak is hanging every blow.
bode--
And see the good Ship riding, al! in perilous
road,
The low reef roaring on her lee; the roll Of ocean
pnur'd
F,um stem to stern, sea after sea: the main,nast
nv the board;
Inc b;iwarks down; the rulder gone; the boats
stove at the chains;
But courage still, brave mariners-the Bower
And no, an inch TO finch he delgns save when We
pitch SIX, high.
Then mnves his head. as though he SAID, 4" Fear
n.tIng-here am IL
Swing in your strokes in order; let foot and hand
keep time.
Your blows make music sweeter far than any
steer,e's chime;
twheye suns your sledges, sing; and let
the burden he.
The Anchor is the Anvil King, and royal crafts
men We!
Srrise in, strike in-the sparks begin to dull
their rustng red.
Our hammer, ring with sharper din, our work
VII soon be sped:
Our Anchor soon must change his bed Of fiery
rich array,
For ha nmuck at the roaring bows, or an oozy
Our anchor must change the lay OF merry
craftsmen here. :
For the Ye"-hesve-o'. and the Heave.a@ay, and
the signing seamou's cheer;
When, weighing slo". at eve thes 90, far, lar
from love and home;
And s,b5,ng sweethearts, in a row, all DER the
ocean foam.
In livid aud obdurate gloom he darkens down at
last;
A ssspey one he is. and strong. as e'er from cat
O trusted and trust"orthy guard, if thoa hadst
life like me,
What pleasures would thy tolls reward beneath
the deep green sea:
O deem Sea diver, who might then behold such
sights as th"ul
The hosry monsters palaces! methinks what joy
'twere now
To 60 plump pluns,ng down amid the assembly
of the whales.
And feel the ehurn'd sea round me boti beneath
their scourg,ng tails:
Then deep in tangewoods 70 fight the fierce sea
unicorn,
And send him foi'ed and believing back, for all
his ivory horn:
To leave the subtle sworder-fsh Of bony blade
fOrlorn;
And fur the CHASTITY grine ing shark to laugh his
Jaws To scorn;