This was one of her favorite poems.
Crossing the Bar
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;
For tho' 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.
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