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...he said, " Fear nothing, here am I ! " Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time, Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's...But while ye swing your sledges, sing ; and let the burden be, " The Anchor is the Anvil King, and royal craftsmen we ; Strike in, strike in, the sparks...

...in order; let foot and hand keep time, Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime; 4 But while ye swing your sledges, sing ; and let the...anvil king, and royal craftsmen we! Strike in, strike in—the sparks begin to dull their rustling red; Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will...

...said, " Fear nothing — here am I." Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time ; Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But, while you sling your sledges, sing — and let the burden bo, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen...

...said, " Fear nothing — here am I ! " Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time ; Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But while you sling your sledges, sing — tad let the burden be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen...

...said, " Fear nothing — here am I." Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time ; Your blows make music sweeter far than any steeple's chime. But while you sling your sledges, sing — and let the burthen be, The anchor is the anvil king, and royal craftsmen...