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Title: Spring Hill Review Jan - June 1907
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Spring Hill College
Subjects: SHC Student Literary Publications
Publisher: Spring Hill College: A private Catholic College of Liberal Arts
Contributing Library: Spring Hill College, John & Marnie Burke Memorial Library
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this paper with an allegory I chancedupon some time ago when reading. It runs as follows:Down in the lower part of the city the old smith keeps ham-mering away at the cable chain. He could make ten morelinks a day by working with less care and more haste; buteach link must be truly wrought; so he hammers on, inand out, through the long days, until his work is finishedand he passes away and lies under the green sod in thechurch-yard. The chain, too, passes until it is found uponthe deck of a noble ship, coiled, limp and rusty around anslienor, and the passengers march up and down, spurningit with their feet as they pass, for it seems to be in theirway But the day of sunshine goes by. The night comes on,the wind whistles in growing fury, and the mad waves leapmountain-high. The yards snap, the masts give way, thevessel drifts a hopeless wreck. Little bower anchor, greatbower are gone. Stand by, men; let go the sheet anchor!Out it falls into the seething surge, still limp and listless as
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THE SPRING HILL REVIEW 161 it runs out, till at last the vessel is brought to bay, whenthe limp chain stands out in the tempest as stiff as an ironbar, so taut it seems to ring a song of triumph. It is the oldblacksmith fighting the storm. Clink, clink, clink, he ham-mers on, till out in the night it is one man against sea, windand storm, and the one man wins because fidelity is his.The storm passes by, the skies are clear and three hundredmen gather to sing thanksgiving to God for deliverance. Friend, day by day, hour by hour, you are forging achain for a vessel freighted with a more precious cargo thanboat ever carried over the sea-wave—the vessel of yourmind. And when the day of storm and trial will come, andthe safety of that vessel will hang upon the strength of thecable chain you forged in the far past, heartfelt will be thethanks you will return to God for the care and the foresightwith which you forged and welded together the links of thatchain. Friend, that cable chain of y

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