THE BRIDGE BUILDER
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came in the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim
The sullen stream had no fears for him,
But he stopped when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old Man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm deep and wide
Why build you this bridge at evening tide?”
The builder lifted his old gray head,
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said
“There followeth after me today a youth
Whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm, which has been as…
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