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dickinson-series02_008-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_008-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	85	6	80	Least village boasts its blacksmith, Whose anvil's even din Stands symbol for the finer forge That soundless tugs within, Refining these impatient ores With hammer and with blaze, Until the designated light Repudiate the forge. Red is the fire's common tint; But when the vivid ore Has sated flame's conditions, Its quivering substance plays Without a color but the light Of unanointed blaze.	cache/dickinson-series02_008-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_008-1891.txt
