The Song of the Bridge

With hammer-clang on steel and rock I sing the song of men who build. With strength defying storm and shock I sing a hymn of dreams fulfilled.

I lift my span, I fling it wide, And stand where wind and wave contend. I bear the load so men may ride Whither they will, and to what end.

The light gleams on my strands and bars In glory when the sun goes down. I spread a net to hold the stars And wear the sunset as my crown.