Hephaestus

The Subduer of Iron, the Lord of fierce Flame,
Amid mortals he tarried — the God that was lame;
And divine though his lineage, and heavenly his birth,
Full deep were his tangles with cavernous Earth,
When far in Mount Etna's hot heart he abode,
Where fearsome and splendid his furnaces glowed.

" Whatsoever is mighty, " he cried out in glee,
" 'Twixt Hammer and Anvil is fashioned by me. "
And abysses volcanian up-thundered their joy,
For he smote like the Powers that create and destroy;
The Pow'rs that sublimely the fuel have hurled
On the fires of the forges where shaped is the world.
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