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Rh O to work in mines, or forging iron,

Foundry casting, the foundry itself, the rude high roof, the ample and shadow'd space,

The furnace, the hot hquid pour'd out and running.

O to resume the joys of the soldier!

To feel the presence of a brave commanding officer—to feel his sympathy!

To behold his calmness—to be warm'd in the rays of his smile!

To go to battle—to hear the bugles play and the drums beat!

To hear the crash of artillery—to see the glittering of the bayonets and musket-barrels in the sun!

To see men fall and die and not complain!

To taste the savage taste of blood—to be so devilish!

To gloat so over the wounds and deaths of the enemy.

O the whaleman's joys! O I cruise my old cruise again!

I feel the ship's motion under me, I feel the Atlantic breezes fanning me,

I hear the cry again sent down from the mast-head, There—she blows!

Again I spring up the rigging to look with the rest—we descend, wild with excitement,

I leap in the lower'd boat, we row toward our prey where he lies,

We approach stealthy and silent, I see the mountainous mass, lethargic, basking,

I see the harpooneer standing up, I see the weapon dart from his vigorous arm;

O swift again far out in the ocean the wounded whale, settling, running to windward, tows me,

Again I see him rise to breathe, we row close again,

I see a lance driven through his side, press'd deep, turn'd in the wound,

Again we back off, I see him settle again, the life is leaving him fast,

As he rises he spouts blood, I see him swim in circles narrower and narrower, swiftly cutting the water—I see him die,

He gives one convulsive leap in the centre of the circle, and then falls flat and still in the bloody foam.

O the old manhood of me, my noblest joy of all!

My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard,

My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the long stretch of my life.

O ripen'd joy of womanhood! O happiness at last!