The Anvil
Rudyard Kipling
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 Prist 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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