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Prophecy

2013/09/22

Another poem by Tennyson, found here.  Well darn, the link thingy isn’t working.  Here it is: 

http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/tennyson/prophecy.html

I like this poem for its hopefulness about the future, for it’s prophecy of peace.  Is possible?

For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see,
Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be;

Saw the heaven fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, 
Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales;

Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and the rained a ghastly dew
From the nation’s airy navies grappling in the central blue;

Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm,
With the standards of the people plunging thro’ the thunderstorm;

Till the war-drum throbb’d no longer, and the battle flags were furl’d 
In the Parliament of men, the Federation of the world.

There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe,
And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law. 

Crossing the Bar

2013/09/22

by Tennyson.  I love this poem.  I found it here.

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 though from out our bourn 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.

Today we were on our way to brunch and had an impromptu worship service.  We were listening to NPR & Garrison Keillor’s show was on.  It ended with this beautiful song with words that Tim recognized as Tennyson’s Crossing the Bar.  It was so moving & lovely.  Singing it was the Hopeful Gospel Quartet.  You can find it on you tube here.

Here are the words to this beautiful poem.  I found them here.

Crossing the Bar by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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 though from out our bourn 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.