Joy, Shipmate, Joy!

from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXXIII. SONGS OF PARTING - by Walt Whitman.

  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.

 

from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXXIII. SONGS OF PARTING by Walt Whitman
As They Draw to a Close	The Untold Want

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