O the joy of my spirit--it is uncaged--it darts like lightning! It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time, I will have thousands of globes and all time.
But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?
Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.
I am not contain'd between my hat and boots.
THIS dust was once the Man, / Gentle, plain, just and resolute—under whose cautious hand, / Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age, / Was saved the Union of These States.