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...earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy frieud, For the lesson thou hast taught 1 Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must...sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought I LONGFELLOW. AKATANGI, THE BELL-RINGER OF ERROMANGA. IN the year 1840, I was one day sitting in my...