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"I understand the large heart of heroes,
The courage of present times and all times,
How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck
of the steam-ship,
and Death chasing it up and down the storm,

How he knuckled tight and gave not back an inch
and was faithful of days and faithful of nights,
And chalked in large letters on a board,
Be of good cheer, we will not desert you;

How he follow'd with them and tack'd with them
three days and would not give it up,
How he saved the drifting company at last..."

Walt Whitman
- Song of myself

 



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