Today marks the 150th anniversary of the assassination of Abraham Lincoln.
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
"Oh Captain! My Captain!"
Walt Whitman (Leaves of Grass, 1900 edition)
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