Tuesday, January 1, 1929 An old man going a lone highway, Came at the evening, cold and gray, To a chasm vast and deep and wide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim, The sullen stream 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 wasting your strength with building here. Your journey will end with the ending day; You never again will pass this way. You've passed the chasm deep and wide, Why build you this bridge at evening tide?" The builder lifted his old gray 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 am building this bridge for him." And so the New Year starts. Who can tell what joys and sorrows it will bring. But, "God's in His Heaven, alls right with the World." --- (Poem is "The Bridge Builder" by Will Allen Dromgoole) [Next](1929_01_02.md) <img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/d/1C2A0ZBBXoPMBrj4ea4nYc_nimE--I_mT">