Answer To "Crossing The Bar."

Clear-shining, evening star! We make no moan for thee Who sightest, 'yond the bar, Blest immortality!

Yet, at thy farewell tone, Thou glorious poet-king! The tears unbidden spring From peoples of each zone.

So long, from loftier sphere, Thy pure and lustrous rays Have lit earth's sombre ways:-- No sky may own thy peer.

Oh, never-dying song! Oh, princely legacy! Till life shall living be Thou'lt thrill, the years along.

Mist wreathe, or ocean foam; The beacon shineth clear, The joy-bells sound anear, Beyond the bar is--Home!

Clear-shining, evening star! We make no moan for thee Who sightest 'yond the bar, Blest immortality.

SPURGEON.