BARON EMANUEL VON BODMAN. 15
BLACKSMITH PAIN.
PAIN is a blacksmith,
Hard is his hammer;
With flying flames
His hearth is hot ;
A straining storm
Of forces ferocious
Blows his bellows.
He hammers hearts
And tinkers them,
With blows tremendous,
Till hard they hold.
Well, well forges Pain.
No storm destroys,
No frost consumes,
No rust corrodes,
What Pain has forged.
BLACKSMITH PAIN.
PAIN is a blacksmith,
Hard is his hammer;
With flying flames
His hearth is hot ;
A straining storm
Of forces ferocious
Blows his bellows.
He hammers hearts
And tinkers them,
With blows tremendous,
Till hard they hold.
Well, well forges Pain.
No storm destroys,
No frost consumes,
No rust corrodes,
What Pain has forged.