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| the late Reverend Clarence Henderson, Sr. |
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| the late Mother Willie C. Henderson |
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| the late Mother Sadie Washington-Cooper |
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Crossing the Bar
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,
But such a tide as
moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from
out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no
sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ 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.
-Alfred Tennyson
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