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Crossing the Bar

From The Birmingham Age-Herald, May 21, 1913.
 By 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 or 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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