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 tide had no fears 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 waisting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide--
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?"
The builder lifted his old grya 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 naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfal be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him."
Will Allen Dromgoole
So folks, join with me in bidding farewell to a dear old freind. And to Art from all of his boys, thank you for building a bridge for us. We will use it gratefully, and we hope that one day we will use your example to build a bridge for our own boys. All of your "Old Boys," would like to wish you a pleasant journey through the undiscovered country. Try to stay out of trouble.