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O to make the most jubilant song	A
Full of music full of manhood womanhood infancy	B
Full of common employments full of grain and trees	C
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O for the voices of animals O for the swiftness and balance of fishes	D
O for the dropping of raindrops in a song	A
O for the sunshine and motion of waves in a song	A
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O the joy of my spirit it is uncaged it darts like lightning	E
It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time	F
I will have thousands of globes and all time	F
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O the engineer's joys to go with a locomotive	G
To hear the hiss of steam the merry shriek the steam whistle the	H
laughing locomotive	G
To push with resistless way and speed off in the distance	I
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O the gleesome saunter over fields and hillsides	J
The leaves and flowers of the commonest weeds the moist fresh	K
stillness of the woods	L
The exquisite smell of the earth at daybreak and all through the	H
forenoon	M
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O the horseman's and horsewoman's joys	N
The saddle the gallop the pressure upon the seat the cool	O
gurgling by the ears and hair	P
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O the fireman's joys	N
I hear the alarm at dead of night	Q
I hear bells shouts I pass the crowd I run	M
The sight of the flames maddens me with pleasure	R
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O the joy of the strong brawn'd fighter towering in the arena in	M
perfect condition conscious of power thirsting to meet his	S
opponent	T
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O the joy of that vast elemental sympathy which only the human	M
soul is capable of generating and emitting in steady and	U
limitless floods	V
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O the mother's joys	N
The watching the endurance the precious love the anguish the	H
patiently yielded life	W
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O the of increase growth recuperation	M
The joy of soothing and pacifying the joy of concord and harmony	M
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O to go back to the place where I was born	M
To hear the birds sing once more	X
To ramble about the house and barn and over the fields once more	X
And through the orchard and along the old lanes once more	X
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O to have been brought up on bays lagoons creeks or along the coast	Y
To continue and be employ'd there all my life	W
The briny and damp smell the shore the salt weeds exposed at low water	R
The work of fishermen the work of the eel fisher and clam fisher	R
I come with my clam rake and spade I come with my eel spear	Z
Is the tide out I Join the group of clam diggers on the flats	A2
I laugh and work with them I joke at my work like a mettlesome	F
young man	M
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In winter I take my eel basket and eel spear and travel out on foot	B2
on the ice I have a small axe to cut holes in the ice	C2
Behold me well clothed going gayly or returning in the afternoon	M
my brood of tough boys accompanying me	F
My brood of grown and part grown boys who love to be with no	M
one else so well as they love to be with me	F
By day to work with me and by night to sleep with me	F
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Another time in warm weather out in a boat to lift the lobster pots	D2
where they are sunk with heavy stones I know the buoys	C
O the sweetness of the Fifth month morning upon the water as I row	M
just before sunrise toward the buoys	C
I pull the wicker pots up slantingly the dark green lobsters are	E2
desperate with their claws as I take them out I insert	F2
wooden pegs in the oints of their pincers	G2
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I go to all the places one after another and then row back to the	H
shore	X
There in a huge kettle of boiling water the lobsters shall be boil'd	H2
till their color becomes scarlet	I2
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Another time mackerel taking	E
Voracious mad for the hook near the surface they seem to fill the	H
water for miles	J2
Another time fishing for rock fish in Chesapeake bay I one of the	H
brown faced crew	K2
Another time trailing for blue fish off Paumanok I stand with	L2
braced body	F
My left foot is on the gunwale my right arm throws far out the	H
coils of slender rope	M2
In sight around me the quick veering and darting of fifty skiffs my	F
companions	N2
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O boating on the rivers	G2
The voyage down the St Lawrence the superb scenery the steamers	G2
The ships sailing the Thousand Islands the occasional timber raft	O2
and the raftsmen with long reaching sweep oars	P2
The little huts on the rafts and the stream of smoke when they cook	Q2
supper at evening	E
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O something pernicious and dread	R2
Something far away from a puny and pious life	W
Something unproved something in a trance	S2
Something escaped from the anchorage and driving free	F
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O to work in mines or forging iron	M
Foundry casting the foundry itself the rude high roof the ample	T2
and shadow'd space	U2
The furnace the hot liquid pour'd out and running	E
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O to resume the joys of the soldier	R
To feel the presence of a brave commanding officer to feel his	S
sympathy	F
To behold his calmness to be warm'd in the rays of his smile	V2
To go to battle to hear the bugles play and the drums beat	W2
To hear the crash of artillery to see the glittering of the bayonets	X2
and musket barrels in the sun	M
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To see men fall and die and not complain	M
To taste the savage taste of blood to be so devilish	Y2
To gloat so over the wounds and deaths of the enemy	F
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O the whaleman's joys O I cruise my old cruise again	M
I feel the ship's motion under me I feel the Atlantic breezes	S
fanning me	F
I hear the cry again sent down from the mast head There she	F
blows	Z2
Again I spring up the rigging to look with the rest we descend	A3
wild with excitement	T
I leap in the lower'd boat we row toward our prey where he lies	B3
We approach stealthy and silent I see the mountainous mass	C3
lethargic basking	E
I see the harpooneer standing up I see the weapon dart from his	S
vigorous arm	F
O swift again far out in the ocean the wounded whale settling	E
running to windward tows me	F
Again I see him rise to breathe we row close again	M
I see a lance driven through his side press'd deep turn'd in the	H
wound	D3
Again we back off I see him settle again the life is leaving him	F
fast	E3
As he rises he spouts blood I see him swim in circles narrower and	U
narrower swiftly cutting the water I see him die	F
He gives one convulsive leap in the centre of the circle and then	M
falls flat and still in the bloody foam	F
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O the old manhood of me my noblest joy of all	F3
My children and grand children my white hair and beard	G3
My largeness calmness majesty out of the long stretch of my life	W
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O ripen'd joy of womanhood O happiness at last	E3
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I am more than eighty years of age I am the most venerable mother	R
How clear is my mind how all people draw nigh to me	F
What attractions are these beyond any before what bloom more	X
than the bloom of youth	H3
What beauty is this that descends upon me and rises out of me	F
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O the orator's joys	N
To inflate the chest to roll the thunder of the voice out from the	H
ribs and throat	I3
To make the people rage weep hate desire with yourself	J3
To lead America to quell America with a great tongue	K3
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O the joy of my soul leaning pois'd on itself receiving identity	F
through materials and loving them observing characters	G2
and absorbing them	F
My soul vibrated back to me from them from sight hearing touch	L3
reason articulation comparison memory and the like	M3
The real life of my senses and flesh transcending my senses and	U
flesh	K
My body done with materials my sight done with my material eyes	B3
Proved to me this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes	B3
which finally see	F
Nor my material body which finally loves walks laughs shouts	N3
embraces procreates	O3
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O the farmer's joys	N
Ohioan's Illinoisian's Wisconsinese' Kanadian's Iowan's	N
Kansian's Missourian's Oregonese' joys	N
To rise at peep of day and pass forth nimbly to work	P3
To plough land in the fall for winter sown crops	N
To plough land in the spring for maize	N
To train orchards to graft the trees to gather apples in the fall	F3
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O to bathe in the swimming bath or in a good place along shore	X
To splash the water to walk ankle deep or race naked along the	H
shore	X
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O to realize space	N
The plenteousness of all that there are no bounds	N
To emerge and be of the sky of the sun and m	F

Walt Whitman

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