Emily

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson   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;  <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> The flood may bear me far, <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I hope to see my Pilot face to face <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"> When I have crost the bar.
 * <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 18pt;">Crossing the Bar **<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">

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