"Pass!" cried the keeper, but I laughed, saying, "There is time;" and hesmiled and shut the gates.
To the bridge which few may pass came young and old. All were refused.Idly I stood and counted them, until, wearied of their noise andlamentations, I came again to the bridge which few may pass.
Those in the throng about the gates shrieked out, "He comes too late!"But I laughed, saying, "There is time."
"Pass!" cried the keeper as I entered; then smiled and shut the gates.