Through fearful trips thou lead us onward.
Through thick and thin, till journey's end.
The anchors been dropped, but rises again,
O Captain! My Captain! Thy vision is wearing.
Setting sail in daunting times,
Fear is cast in the hearts of thy crew.
The prize sought has bred tyranny and demise.
O Captain! My Captain! Return to virtue.
From fearful trip, the victors ship masks what it has done.
Success, perhaps, yet the truth cries from its grave.
O Captain! My Captain! Whom I've been taught to revere.
No longer does thy authority preserve thee.
The captain may change but the message remains,
O Captain! My Captain! Let Madame Justice carry thy fate.
For thee we call; eager now for thy reply:
Wilt thou go down with the ship or without thy soul?
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