Language Through Nature 



They love to see the flaming forge, 

 And hear the bellows roar, 



And catch the burning sparks that fly 

 Like chaff from a threshing-floor. 



He goes on Sunday to the church, 



And sits among his boys; 

 He hears the parson pray and preach, 



He -hears his daughter's voice, 

 Singing in the village choir, 



And it makes his heart rejoice. 



The smith, a 

 mighty man is he 



