Leaves of Grass, by Walt Whitman

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Now finale to the shore!

Now, land and life, finale, and farewell!

Now Voyager depart! (much, much for thee is yet in
store;)

Often enough hast though adventur'd o'er the seas,

Cautiously cruising, studying the charts,

Duly again to port, and hawser's tie, returning:

—But now obey thy cherish'd, secret wish,

Embrace thy friends—leave all in order;

To port, and hawser's tie, no more returning,

Depart upon thy endless cruise, old Sailor!

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