Front:
Crossing
Bar
by
Alfred
Tennyson
S unset 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 and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
Back:
Published by M. T. Sheahan, Boston.
Sheahan's Good Mottos make the world brighter.
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