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,
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 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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Good Morning Gloucester 
Beautiful!
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My dad’s parting wish was that this poem be his final good-bye. A few weeks ago I took this same photo in the Beechbrook Cemetery in West Gloucester. The memorial was a moving tribute. Thanks for posting, Marty.
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And, “A moon tide floats us all free”…author unknown. Full moon tomorrow night…thanks for the posting and all of your poetry and photos. terry
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My Grandfather had this read at his funeral (man of foresight). It’s a very special poem to me. Thanks!
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Thanks, my dad read this poem at my mother’s funeral; it still makes me cry.
Thanks for the beautiful posting-I love the Memorial, as well.
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