A Poem from Freda and Charles Gandy

Freda and Charles Gandy were friends of our family in College Park, Md. The kids in the two families were the same age and Bill and Charles ran our Boy Scout troop for several years. Today, they sent us the following message and poem.

Mark and Becca:

Our hearts are heavy. We send our thoughts to you and your family.

The following poem is one that our family has treasured, especially as someone dear prepares to leave us. May its thoughts bring you solace.

Much love,
Freda and Charles

SOME TIME AT EVE

By Ellizabeth Clark Hardy

Some time at eve when the tide is low,

I shall slip my mooring and sail away,

With no response to the friendly hail

Of kindred craft in the busy bay.

In the silent hush of the twilight pale,

When the night stoops down to embrace the day

And the voices call in the waters’ flow -

Some time at eve, when the tide is low

I shall slip my mooring and sail away.

Through the purpling shadows that darkly trail

O’er the ebbing tide of the Unknown Sea,

I shall fare me away, with a dip of sail

And a ripple of waters to tell the tale

Of a lonely voyager, sailing away

To the Mystic Isles where at anchor lay

The rafts of those who have sailed before

O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unseen Shore.

A few who have watched me sail away

Will miss my craft from the busy bay;

Some friendly barks that were anchored near,

Some loving soul that my heart held dear,

In silent sorrow will drop a tear.

But I shall have peacefully furled my sail

In moorings sheltered from storm or gale,

And greeted the friends who have sailed before

O’er the Unknown Sea to the Unseen Shore.