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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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