Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there by no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea!
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell
When I embark!
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.
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 crossed the bar.
Randolph appended a copy of this 1889 poem, Crossing The Bar, by Alfred Lord Tennyson ~ traditionally the last poem in Tennyson's anthologies ~ to the page that included tributes to Addison from The Waco Times-Herald, The Granbury Democrat and by James Hopkins Wysong.
Source: publication & dateline not included with clipping
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