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Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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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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