Poems (Curwen)/Matthew Bradshaw, Trinity Pilot
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Matthew Bradshaw, Trinity Pilot.
"Sunset and evening star, and one clear call for me,
And may there be no moaning on the bar, when I put out to sea."
—Tennyson.
And may there be no moaning on the bar, when I put out to sea."
—Tennyson.
The call came low and clear,
At the turning of the tide,
While the hush of night still lingered
On the waters far and wide.
And the glory from the rising sun
Was gilding sea and skies
When he heard the voice of Azrael
Saying to him—Arise!
At the turning of the tide,
While the hush of night still lingered
On the waters far and wide.
And the glory from the rising sun
Was gilding sea and skies
When he heard the voice of Azrael
Saying to him—Arise!
And he arose; and in silence
Weighed anchor, and set his sail,
And steered his barque for that far bourne
That lies beyond the veil;
Sailed away in the silence,
Over the silent sea,
Bound for the land of the great Unknown,
For the "haven where he would be."
Weighed anchor, and set his sail,
And steered his barque for that far bourne
That lies beyond the veil;
Sailed away in the silence,
Over the silent sea,
Bound for the land of the great Unknown,
For the "haven where he would be."
Had he his bearings? I know not;
But I'm sure his compass was true,
And I think, ere he reached the harbour bar,
He'd the "leading lights" in view;
And by the radiant smile on his face,
I feel so sure he has found
His Pilot; and that his barque at last
Is at anchor safe and sound.
But I'm sure his compass was true,
And I think, ere he reached the harbour bar,
He'd the "leading lights" in view;
And by the radiant smile on his face,
I feel so sure he has found
His Pilot; and that his barque at last
Is at anchor safe and sound.