The Bridge Builder
An old man, going on a lonely way,
Came at evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide;
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned 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
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 a bridge to span the tide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head -----
"Good friend, in the path I have come"
"There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way,
This chasm that has been naught to me,
To the fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him."
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