Be near me when my light is low... And all the wheels of being slow.
And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
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 bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.