| ABOARD, at a ship’s helm, |
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| A young steersman, steering with care. |
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| A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing, |
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| An ocean-bell—O a warning bell, rock’d by the waves. |
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| O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs
ringing, |
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| Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place. |
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| For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the bell’s
admonition, |
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| The bows turn,—the freighted ship, tacking, speeds away
under her gray sails, |
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| The beautiful and noble ship, with all her precious
wealth, speeds away gaily and safe. |
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| But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the
ship! |
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| O ship of the body—ship of the soul—voyaging,
voyaging, voyaging. |
