Poem
Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
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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