God is at the Anvil
Reading edition
God is at the anvil, beating out the sun; Where the molten metal spills, At His forge among the hills He has hammered out the glory of a day that’s done. God is at the anvil, welding golden bars; In the scarlet-streaming flame He is fashioning a frame For the shimmering silver beauty of the evening stars.
Lew Sarett
The End of the Trail
Have little care that life is brief, and less that Art is long, Success is in the silences, though fame is in the song.
Richard Hovey