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–––  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 exalting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;                         But O heart! My heart!                            O the bleeding drops of red,                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,                                  Fallen cold and dead.