Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.
By Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)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, | 5 |
| 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! | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| When I have crost the bar. | |