Dedicated to members of the Association that have 'Crossed 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 foam

when that which drew out from boundless deep

turns home again  

Twilight and evening bell

and after that the dark

and may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark

tho from out our bounds of time and place

the flood will bear for me

I hope to see my pilots face

when I have crossed the bar