On the recordMarch 6, 2012
I thank the lady for yielding. We've heard a great deal about Representative Payne this evening. Some of the fondest memories that I have of Donald was talking. He was a philosopher and a poet. All of the things that people have said that he did, he has done those. The last conversation we had was sort of a philosophical conversation. I believe that Tennyson framed Donald Payne long before he was born, and he wrote this poem that said: 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 though 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. Donald crossed, but he left a great deal behind.
