...crossing the BAR, whether departing or arriving. This was not lost on Tennyson. Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be...sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell,...

...be like? Tennyson testifies to our difficulty in defining this realm in his poem Crossing the Bar: But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for...drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Our imagination is exhausted in trying to describe what our communion with Christ will be like when...

...be like? Tennyson testifies to our difficulty in defining this realm in his poem Crossing the Bar: But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for...drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Our imagination is exhausted in trying to describe what our communion with Christ will be like when...

...can see through dim limitations out to where we are going, out into possibility. 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.* I wonder if they knew what they were doing when they hung that painting...

...contained. For a time she went on reading poems, and would sometimes write down a bit of someone else's. But such a tide as moving seems asleep Too full for sound or foam \\'hen that which drew from out the boundless deep Tums again home. Wasn't it they, though,...

...he exclaimed, 'I think this is one of the most beautiful poems ever written'. Sunset and the evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be...a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound or foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and the evening...

...Beth-peor's hill* Speak to these curious hearts of ours, And teach them to be still. 2 Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be...a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound or foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. — ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON...

...Tennyson's poem, "Crossing the Bar," was reprinted in part in Durbin's funeral card: 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, For tho from out our borne Of Time and Place The flood may bear me far,...

...his "Crossing the Bar." The words of that immortal poem affirm the Christian hope: 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, For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear...

...it seems to once again calm the emotions of the crowd. Sunset and evening star, o And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When...deep, Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, oo And after that the dark! Any may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho'from out...