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Crossing the Bar
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Sunset and evening star,
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And one clear call for me!
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And may there be no moaning of the bar,
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When I put out to sea,
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But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
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Too full for sound or foam,
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When that which drew from out the boundless
deep
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Turns again home.
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Twilight and evening bell,
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And after that the dark!
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And may there be no sadness of farewell;
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When I embark;
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For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
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The flood may bear me far,
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I hope to see my pilot face to face
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When I have crossed the bar.
Tennyson, Alfred Lord
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