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Crossing the Bar.

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 tho' from out our bourne of time & place
The flood may bear me far-
I hope to meet my Pilot
face to face
When I have crossed the bar.