THE ANVIL AND THE HAMMERS
I stood one evening by the blacksmith's door
and heard the anvil ring the vesper chime,
And looking in, I saw upon the floor
old hammers worn with years of beating time.
"How many anvils have you had," said I,
"to wear and beat those hammers so?"
"Just one," the blacksmith said, with a twinkling eye,
"The anvil wears the hammers out, you know."
And so I thought, the Anvil of God's Word,
for ages skeptics' blows have beat upon.
And thought the sound of clanging blows is heard,
The anvil is unharmed, the hammers gone.