Turns again home.
“Twilight and evening bell.
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark.
“But 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.”
There was silence for a few minutes, then Aunty Welcome’s voice came from the kitchen, in agonized accents,