VULCAN – SMITH TO THE GODS
‘Fam’d Vulcan’s rustic sons with Bacchus reign
……… Vulcan …… His skill exerted …
And with new arms the victor God supply’d.
What skill the sooty artist has reveal’d
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Red metal flames, the roaring bellows blow;
Resounding deep at once the blast expires,
And twenty forges catch at once the fires:
Now like a tempest loud, now gentle, …
In hissing flames …
Th’ eternal anvils deeply fix’d behold!
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Taught by the God, the mimic tribe below
For meaner use their sweaty toil bestow;
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Nor for convenience only are essay’d
The several labours of the swarthy trade;
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Did the god-founder of this art design,
And prove the craft a faculty divine.
…… Apollo, God of Song and Wit;
…… Mercury, and …… Bacchus ……
…… leave of absence ask’d of Jove, ……
To Britain’s Isle, with speed, they bent their flight,
And lighted here, ……
Old Vulcan’s Smithy soon, with ease, they found,
Directed by the thund’ring anvil’s sound; ……
[http://www.search.revolutionaryplayers.org.uk/content/files/60/84/327.txt]
photo credit – [http://www.search.revolutionaryplayers.org.uk/content/files/60/84/327.txt]
bas relief from Herculaneum site images
People of Goda, the Clan of Tubal Cain 