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THE BRIDGE

An old man going a lone highway,

Came at the evening cold and gray

To a chasm vast, deep and wide.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim

The sullen stream had no fear for him.

But he paused when safe on the other side

And built a bridge to stem the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,

"You are wasting your strength by building here,

Your journey will end with the closing day,

You never again will pass this way.

You’ve crossed the chasm deep and wide,

Why build you this bridge at ev’ntide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head,

"Good friend, in the path I’ve come," he said,

There followeth after me today

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