the bridge
1 04 2009An old man , travelling a lone highway,
came at the evening cold and gray,
to a chasm deep and wide .
The old man crossed in the twilight dim ,
for the sullen stream held no fears for him ,
but he turned when he reached the other side ,
and builded a bridge to span the tide.
“old man ” cried a fellow pilgrim near ,
“you journey will end with the ending day,
and you never again will pass this way .
” you have crossed the chasm deep and wide .
why build you a bridge at eventide ?
and the builder raised his old gray head ,
” good friend , on the path I have come ” he said ,
” there followeth after me today
a youth whose feet will pass this way .
” this stream , which has been as naught to me ,
to that fair-haired boy may a pitfall be ,
he too must cross in the twilight dim-
good friend , I am buildind this bridge for him ” .
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