O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, / The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines.
When the materials are all prepared and ready, the architects shall appear.
Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road, healthy, free, the world before me.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
Charity and personal force are the only investments worth anything.