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, 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, Yon never again will pass this way; You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide, Why build this bridge at evening tide?' The builder lifted his old gray head; 'Good friend, in the path I have come,' he said, 'There followed after me to-day A youth whose feet must pass this way. This chasm that has been as 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!'