Proud and lowly, beggar and lord,
  Over the bridge they go;
Rags and velvet, fetter and sword,
  Poverty, pomp, and woe.
Laughing, weeping, hurrying ever,
  Hour by hour they crowd along,
While, below, the mighty river
  Sings them all a mocking song,
      Hurry along, sorrow and song,
        All is vanity ’neath the...