The Bridge Builder by An old man trial a lone highway, Came at the evening, cold and gray, To a 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 fear for him; But he turned when safe on the other side, And built a bridge to span the tide. man,” said a fellow pilgrim near, “Old are wasting your strength with building here. “You Your journey will end with the ending day; You again will pass this way. You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide, Why build you the bridge at eventide?” The builder lifted his old gray head. friend, in the path I have come,” he said, “Good followeth after me today “There A youth whose feet must pass this way. This that has been naught to me To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be; He, too, must cross in the twilight dim; Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.”
The Bridge Builder by An old man a lone highway, Came at the evening, cold and gray, To a 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 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 building here. Your journey will end with the ending day; You again will pass this way. You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide, Why build you the bridge at eventide?” 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 that has been naught to me To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be; He, too, must cross in the twilight dim; Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.” trial
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