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                              To whom it may concern.

            STRIKE while the iron’s hot;
            So mayst thou mould thy lot
        As thine own power and purpose would, I wot

             Wait till it cool,—in vain
            Thy sinews thou shalt strain:
        As others shaped it, will the mass remain.

            For, Fate’s propitious hour
            Neglected, purpose, power.
        Are futile, as on desert sands the shower.

            Yet hammer on; each blow
            Will mitigate some throe
        Of thy regret—worst grief the soul may know!

            And from the metal cold—
            Like Tubal-cain’s of old—
        Thy strokes undreamed-of music may unfold.

            For suffering ’tis, they say,
            That wakes the poet’s lay—
        As grapes must break ere the pent juice find way.

            And when—thy workday past—
            The hammer down is cast,
        We’ll say—‘At least, he hammered to the last!’

                                                                        NOËL PATON.

MLA citation:

Paton, Sir Noël. “The Hammerer.” The Evergreen: A Northern Seasonal, vol. 2, Autumn 1895, p. 39. Evergreen Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2016-2018. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019.