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THE BRIDGE OF LIFE, by                    
First Line: Across the rapid stream of seventy years
Last Line: To where all glories of our being tend
Subject(s): Death;old Age;time; "dead, The;


ACROSS the rapid stream of seventy years
The slender bridge of human life is thrown;
The past and future form its mouldering piers,
The present moment is its frail keystone.

From "dust thou art" the arch begins to rise,
"To dust" the fashion of its form descends,
"Shalt thou return," the higher curve implies,
In which the first to the last lowness bends.

Seen by youth's magic light upon that arch,
How lovely does each far-off scene appear!
But ah! how changed when on the onward march
Our weary footsteps bring the vision near!

'T was fabled that beneath the rainbow's foot
A treasure lay, the dreamer to bewitch;
And many wasted in the vain pursuit
The golden years that would have made them rich

So where life's arch of many colors leads,
The heart expects rich wealth of joy to find;
But in the distance the bright hope recedes,
And leaves a cold, gray waste of care behind.

A sunlit stream upon its bosom takes
The inverted shadow of a bridge on high,
And thus the arch in air and water makes
One perfect circle to the gazer's eye.

So 't is with life; the things that do appear
Are fleeting shadows on time's passing tide,
Cast by the sunshine of a larger sphere
From viewless things that changelessly abide.

The real is but the half of life; it needs
The ideal to make a perfect whole;
The sphere of sense is incomplete, and pleads
For closer union with the sphere of soul.

All things of use are bridges that conduct
to things of faith, which give them truest worth;
And Christ's own parables do us instruct
That heaven is but a counterpart of earth.

The pier that rests upon this shore's the same
As that which stands upon the farther bank;
And fitness for our duties here will frame
A fitness for the joys of higher rank.

Oh! dark were life without heaven's sun to show
The likeness of the other world in this;
And bare and poor would be our lot below
Without the shadow of a world of bliss.

Then let us, passing o'er life's fragile arch,
Regard it as a means, and not an end;
As but the path of faith on which we march
To where all glories of our being tend.





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