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O Captain, My Captain!

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Parent Issue
Day
31
Month
May
Year
1895
Copyright
Public Domain
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O captain, my captain, our fnari'ul trip is done; Th ship has weathered every raok; the prize we sought is won ; The port is nfar, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyee the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring. But, O heart, heart, hart! Oh, the bluuding drops of red Where on the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O oaptain, my captain, rise up and hear the bells; Rise up, for you the flag 13 flung, for yoo the bugle trilla, For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths, for you the shores a-crowding, For you they cali, the swaying mass, the eager faces turning. Here, captain, lear father. This arm beneath your headi It Is some dreara that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead. My oaptain does not answer Hls lipa are pala and still. My father does not feel mjr irm He has qo pulse nor will. The ship ia anchored afe and sound, tta voy age olosed and done From a fearful trip the viotor ship jomes in, lts object won Exult, O shores. and ring. O bell, But I wtfch mournfui tread Walk the deck my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead

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Subjects
Ann Arbor Argus
Old News