The Bridge Builder
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We're told not to cross a bridge until we come to it, but the world
is better by far because of people who have "crossed bridges"
in their imaginations far ahead of the crowd.  -- Wesley O'Neil
The Bridge Builder
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream held 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 strength with building here;
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build you this bridge at the evening tide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head,
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There follows after me today,
A youth, whose feet must pass this way."
"This chasm that's been naught to me,
To that tender youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim,
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him."
-- Will Allen Dromgoole
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