Crossing The Bar
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By Alfred Lord Tennyson:
Sunset and evening star, And
one clear call for me!
And may there be no
moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as
moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam,
When that which
drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening
bell, And after that the dark!
And may there be
no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our
bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot
face to face,
When I have crossed the bar.
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