Part 42 (1/1)

CROSSING THE BAR

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me!

Andof the bar, When I put out to sea,

But such a tide asseems asleep, Too full for sound and foaain 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 crost the bar

TENNYSON