This was on the BBC, I think when the Queen Mother died (Hannah Gordon recited it) and might not be called The Ship! It's about a ship leaving port and everyone there being sad that it's gone but how as it passes over the horizon the people at its destination are pleased to see it... all very symbolic.... I've searched and searched to no avail... help!
I don't remember the occasion. Perhaps Tennyson's 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.
Here's a link to the order of service of her funeral. The writer of the poem used as a preface has been traced since.
Thanks Henry, but that's not it.....
Go here Paula:
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It was Crossing the Bar. Thank you. This was read at Ronald Reagan's funeral.
Thanks to everyone who helped. I emailed Songs of Praise and they sent it on. It's from 'What is dying?' written by Bishop Brent....
A ship sails and I stand watching till she fades on the horizon and someone at my side says She is gone.
Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all. She is just as large now as when I last saw her. Her diminished size and total loss from my sight is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment, when someone at my side says she is gone, there are others who are watching her coming over their horizon and other voices take up a glad shout - There she comes!
That is what dying is. An horizon and just the limit of our sight.
Lift us up O Lord, that we may see further.
sorry, but they are wrong
Parable of immortality ( A ship leaves . . . )
by Henry Van Dyke - 1852 - 1933
I am standing by the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch
until at last she hangs like a peck of white cloud
just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, 'There she goes!
Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the places of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says,
'There she goes! ' ,
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :
'Here she comes!'
Thanks.... suppose the Bishop could have 'borrowed' it... or vice versa.....