CROSSING THE BAR

in #sunlast month

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sunset and evening star
And 0nme clear call foe 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 than which drew form 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 and place
The flood may bear me far
I hope to see my pilot face to face
when i have cross d the bar