Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put off 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 cros't the bar.

—Tennyson.

And thou, refulgent Orb of Day,

In brighter flames arrayed;

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,

No more demands thine aid.

Ye stars are but the shining dust

Of my divine abode,

The pavement of those heavenly courts

Where I shall reign with God.

Father of eternal light

Shall there his beams display,

Nor shall one moment's darkness blend

With that unvaried day.

—Philip Doddridge.