Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman

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WHAT ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckon-
ing?

Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the chan-
nel, a perfect pilot needs?

Here, sailor! Here, ship! take aboard the most perfect
pilot,

Whom, in a little boat, putting off, and rowing, I,
hailing you, offer.

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