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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XXXIII. Songs Of Parting: Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
Joy! shipmate—joy!
  (Pleas’d to my Soul at death I cry;)
  Our life is closed—our life begins;
  The long, long anchorage we leave,
  The ship is clear at last—she leaps!
  She swiftly courses from the shore;
  Joy! shipmate—joy!

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