"Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you."
"Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry), Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy!"
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Source: Walt Whitman, “Joy, Shipmate, Joy!”
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