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,
rough which was flowing a sullen tide.
e old man crossed in the twilight dim;
e 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 strength with building here;
Your journey will 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?"
e builder lied his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"ere followeth aer me today,
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.
is 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 (1931)
150 YEARS OF THETA XI: Building Alpha's Future Together
P.O. Box 442100 / Lawrence, KS 66044-2100
