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ABOARD, at the ship's helm,A young steersman, steering with care.2A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock'd by the waves.3O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea- reefs ringing,Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck- place.4For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the bell's admonition,The bows turn,—the freighted ship, tacking, speeds away under her gray sails,The beautiful and noble ship, with all her precious wealth, speeds away gaily and safe.5But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship!O ship of the body—ship of the soul—voyaging, voy- aging, voyaging.