How far from then forethought of, all thy more boisterous
years,
When thou at the random grim forge,
powerful amidst peers,
Didst fettle for the great grey drayhorse his bright and batt-
ering sandal!
How far from then forethought of, all thy more boisterous
years,
When thou at the random grim forge,
powerful amidst peers,
Didst fettle for the great grey drayhorse his bright and batt-
ering sandal!