An old man,going a lone highway, Came,at the evening,cold and grey, To a chasm,vast and deep and wide, Through which was flowing a sullen tide. The old man crossed in twilight dim; The sullen stream had no fears for him; But he turned,when safe on the other side, And built a bridge to span the tide. Old man said a pilgrim near, You are wasting strength with building here; Your journey will end with the ending day; You never again must pass this way; You have crossed the chasm deep and wide. Why build you the bridge at the even tide? The builder lifted his old grey 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,that has been naught to me,To that fair-haired youth may a pit fall be, He to must cross in the twilight dim, Good friend,iam building the bridge for for him.
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An old man,going a lone highway,
Came,at the evening,cold and grey,
To a chasm,vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned,when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
Old man said a pilgrim near,
You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm deep and wide.
Why build you the bridge at the even tide?
The builder lifted his old grey 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,that has been naught to me,To that fair-haired youth may a pit fall be, He to must cross in the twilight dim, Good friend,iam building the bridge for for him.
Thanks for that
The Bridge Builder by Will Allen Dromgoole.
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