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Ellie, or, The human comedy | ||
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening starAnd one clear call for me
And may there be
no moving of the bar
When I put out to sea
But such a tide
as moving seems asleep
To full for sound or foam
And that which drew
from out the boundless deep
Turns again home!
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