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WHAT ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the channel, a perfect pilot needs?
Here, sailor! Here, ship! Take aboard the most perfect pilot,
Whom, in a little boat, putting off, and rowing, I, hailing you, offer.
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What place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege?Lo! I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal,
And with him horse and foot—and parks of artillery,
And artillerymen, the deadliest that ever fired gun.
Calamus Poems: Leaves of Grass | ||