GENERATIONS

"An oldman going on a long highway
 
Came at evening, cold and gray,
to a chasm dark, and deep, and wide,
and swept right through by a sullen tide;
the old man crossed in the twilight dim,
the sullen stream had no fears for him,
but he paused 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 when building here,
your journey will end with the ending day,
you never again will pass this way;
you have crossed the chasm deep and wide,
why build you this bridge at eventide?'


The builder lifted his old grey 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 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 have built this bridge for him".
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