An old man, walking a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm,vast, deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen tide 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 time with building here;
Your journey wil end with the ending day;
You never again will pass this way;
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 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.”
-Will Allen Dromgoole.