Old Age’s Ship & Crafty Death’s

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from Leaves of Grass: BOOKXXXV: GOOD-BYE MY FANCY - by Walt Whitman.

  From east and west across the horizon’s edge,
  Two mighty masterful vessels sailers steal upon us:
  But we’ll make race a-time upon the seas—a battle-contest yet! bear
      lively there!
  (Our joys of strife and derring-do to the last!)
  Put on the old ship all her power to-day!
  Crowd top-sail, top-gallant and royal studding-sails,
  Out challenge and defiance—flags and flaunting pennants added,
  As we take to the open—take to the deepest, freest waters.

 

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