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O Captain! My Captian!
By Walt Whitman
First Class Hull Tech.R.L.Mathes
Gave over 22 years of his life to the Navy, untill he was retired due to a heart attack. He loved the gentle swell of the sea. He loved his country and served it with pride.
I give this tribute to the man I loved, husband, father and service man of the United States Navy.
O Captain! My Captian!
O Captian! My Captain! our fearful trip is done: The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captian! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up-for you the flag is flug-for you the bugle trills; For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreath-for the the shores a -crowding: For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning:
Here Captian! Dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captian does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse or will; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won:
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captian lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Walt Whitman
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