Bridge Building

Buildeth thou a bridge, my friend?

‘Tis no easy task

For many a man, far better than I

Did not these questions ask

Wherefore my friend, do you need this bridge?

And where, pray tell, shall it lead?

Shall it serve purpose to beauty alone

As frail as a summer\'s breeze?

Or shall its lot be baser still?

Shall it be staid and strong?

Germaine to Father Time himself

Shall it for travelers be?

Didst thou look at yonder bank?

And didst thou look within?

‘Pon which bank shall the burden press?

‘Pon which shall the fetters be?