| Crossing the Bar |
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| 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 bgoundless deep |
| Turns again home. |
| Twilight and evening bell, |
| And after that the dark! |
| And may there be no sadness of farwell, |
| When I embark; |
| For tho' 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. |
