“Crossing the Bar”
In Memory of
Sunset and evening star, James Victor GIBSON
And one clear call for me,
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
Date of Birth
When I put out to sea. May 25, 1885
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam, Passed Away
When that which drew from out the
April 16, 1946
boundless deep
Turns again home. OFFICIATING
Rev. Ruby Roach
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell, Services From
When I embark West & Company Chapel
For tho’ from out our bourne of time and
place Final Resting Place
The flood may bear me far, Mount Hope Cemetery
I hope to see my Pilot face to face Baker, Oregon
When I have crossed the bar.
Alfred Tennyson
