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GUIDE.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

This bridge is called the Devil's Bridge.

With a single arch, from ridge to ridge,

It leaps across the terrible chasm

Yawning beneath us, black and deep,

As if, in some convulsive spasm,

The summits of the hills had cracked,

And made a road for the cataract

That raves and rages down the steep!

 

LUCIFER, under the bridge.

Ha! ha!