Joy, Shipmate, Joy!

Walt Whitman

   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;
   Joy! shipmate--joy!

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