THE BRIDGE BUILDER
by
Bro William Charles Beller
Pontifices the Romans named
Their priests: Bridge Builders; for they wrought
A bridge 'twixt Gods and Mortals, framed
Of rite and legend, deed and thought.
Bridge Builder in a later year
Am I, who, seeking still the true,
With woven words essay to rear
A bridge between the old and new.
Far off, across the stream of time,
The light of ancient Hellas gleams;
And latter ages, less sublime,
Are guided by those distant beams.
Between, as black as midnight sea,
Ages of darkness roll their tides.
By that dim waste the light may be
Obscured, but still the light abides.
The light that shone in ancient Greece
Shall in our times once more arise,
And match the younger years' increase
With vaster worlds in vaster skies.
I do but strive, in night and storm,
To stretch a slender span aright.
Let those a firmer fabric form
Who labour in the morning light!
For still the wildered wanderer needs
To reach the light that shines afar,
Where, through the storm of warring creeds,
Truth gleameth as a guiding star.
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