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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