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Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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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; |
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