Frederick 'John' Timms
Sunset and evening star, And one call out 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 thou' from out our borne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar
Dad💔
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