Sunday Drive: Crossing the Bar

In memory of HRH the late Duke of Edinburgh at the suggestion of my truckbuddy Tim from England, now resident in Spain:

 

This poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, written in 1889, has long been a great favorite of your Head Trucker's. 

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 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 crost the bar.

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