Joy, Shipmate, Joy!

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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.


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