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 O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! Walt Whitman.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

0 Captain ! my Captain ! rise up and hear the bells;

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;

The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;

Rise up,&mdash; for you the flag is flung — for you the bu - gle trills;

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all ex - ult - ing,

For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths — for you the shores a - crowd-ing,

The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

While follow eyes the steady keel, the ves - sel

For yon they call, the swaying mass&mdash; their ea - ger

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with