Written in Missionary Prep class. No relation to Whitman except the phrase. Whitman was a far better poet than I could ever claim to be.
O Captain my Captain
How great thou art
How glorious, how generous
Thy blessings impart
We unworthy servants
On this earth below
Do all we can do
Our love we shall show
O Captain my Captain
My Father, my friend
Always by my side
You'll stay until the end
And though I'm inconstant
Thy child I'll be
And learn of thee, Father
And sit at thy knee
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