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 too full for 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.

The Great Adventurer

Over the mountains and over the waves,

Over the fountains and over the graves,

Under floods that are deepest, over rocks that are steepest,

Love will find out the way.

Where there is no place for the glowworm to lie,

Where there is no place for receipt of a fly,

Where the midge dare not enter, lest herself fast she lay,

If love comes, he will enter, and soon find out his way!

You may esteem him a child for his might, or you may deem

him a coward for his flight, but if she whom love doth honor

Be concealed from the day, set a thousand guards upon her

Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him by having

him confined, and some do suppose him, poor thing! to be blind.

But if ne’er so close you wall him, do the best that you may

Blind love, if so you call him, will find out his way.

You may train the eagle to stoop to your wrist

Or you may inveigle the phoenix of the East

The lioness you may move her to give up her prey

But you’ll ne’er stop a lover, never stop, never stop

Never, never, never, never stop!

Love will find out his way.