Steep steps ascending of dressed cut stone,
By man's skilled hand hewn and hone.
Worn back into true life; nature's ceaseless call,
By many a travelling man's tired footfall.
Majestic Tram Bridge; monument of times past,
Industrial heritage straddling times surpassed.
Mere architectural grandeur losing sway,
Purposes restored as busy trail and cycle highway.
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