Weekend Wisdom

Weekend Wisdom: Alfred Lord Tennyson



O Man, forgive thy mortal foe,

Not ever strike him blow for blow;

For all the souls on earth that live

To be forgiven must forgive. 

Forgive him seventy times and seven, 

For all the blessed souls in Heaven

Are both forgivers and forgiven! 

Alfred Lord Tennyson

From A Sacrifice of Praise, Second Edition, An Anthology of Christian Poetry in English from Caedmon to the Mid-Twentieth Century; Edited by  James H. Trott.

Weekend Wisdom

Alfred’s Poem

“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 home again.


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 Lord Tennyson