Leaves of Grass (1867)

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HERE, SAILOR!

WHAT ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckon-
         ing?
Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the chan-
         nel, a perfect pilot needs?
Here, sailor! Here, ship! take aboard the most perfect
         pilot,
Whom, in a little boat, putting off, and rowing, I,
         hailing you, offer.
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