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.

From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.

As the husband is, the wife is.

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.

Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.

Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of warring words; She brightens at the clash of "Yes" and "No"; She sees the best that glimmers through the worst; She feels the sun is hid for the night; She spies the summer through the winter bud; She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls; She hears the lark within the songless egg; She finds the fountain where they wailed "Mirage!"