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Crossing The Bar
(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

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 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 though 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.

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The poem Crossing the bar is so fantastic
UGH horrible reading by robot. Can't you find a human to do it.
Beautiful poem. Goes to my poem list.
I really like this poem! ! ! ! I also am using it for my litercy day! ! ! ! ! ! ! yahhhhhh!
Trying to understand Bourne of time and place,
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