Wear your armor, shine your shield, steel your heart and never yield...
"The Anvil" by Laurence Binyon
O dreadful Forge!... more urgent comes our cry... Brain, sinew, and spirit, before we die, Beat out the iron, edge it keen, And shape us to the end we mean! Burned from the ore's rejected dross, The iron whitens in the heat. With plangent strokes of pain and loss The hammers on the iron beat.
Searched by the fire, through death and dole We feel the iron in our soul.
2 comments:
haha! Love it! :)
It's my new desktop background on my work computer. It gives me a little chuckle whenever I log on.
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