by Alfred Lloyd 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 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 crossed the bar.
This beautiful poem, as a traditional hymn set to music, was performed by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir at Pres. Hinckley's funeral over the weekend. It was amazing. To hear it click here and forward to the 25:35 min. mark. (Windows Media Player req.)
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Are you leaving for somewhere?
What an interesting blog you have.
I love that poem too.
Did you change your blog layout? The titles don't seem to show up for your posts anymore.
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