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 seams asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again for home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

    and may there be no sadness of farewell.