declared: "Along the line of more than 1500 miles his remains were borne, as it were, through continued lines of the people; and the number of mourners and the sincerity and unanimity of grief was such as never before attended the obsequies of a human being. So that the terrible catastrophe of his end hardly struck more awe than the majestic sorrow of the people."

p. 305, 1. 25-p. 306, 1. 24: "Come Lovely and Soothing Death" etc. In the 1876 Edition this passage was called "Death Carol". This poem was set to music by W.H. Neidlinge and by Nicolas Douty: the "Death Carol" passage by Stanley Addicks.

"O Captain! My Captain!" (p. 308). First published in New York Saturday Press, November 4, 1865. The poem has been set to music by Weda Cook Addicks, Frank Butcher, H.H. Huss, E.S. Kelley, Charles F. Manning, Cyril Scott, Donald Nicholas Tweedy and Charles Wood.

Although this is perhaps Whitman's best-known poem, it is so atypical that he at times resented the fact that its popularity tended to obscure his more individual work. Horace Traubel gives (II, pp. 332-333), with partial facsimile reproduction, an early manuscript version which varies considerably from the one printed:

O Captain! dearest Captain! get up and hear the bells;
Get up and see the flying flags, and see the splendid sun,
For you it is the cities shout — for you the shores are crowded;
For you the red-rose garlands, and electric eyes of women;
O Captain! O my father! My arm I push beneath you;
It is some dream that on the deck you slumber pale and dead.

My captain does not answer, his lips are closed and still,
My father does not feel my arm — he has no pulse nor will;
But his ship, his ship, is anchor'd safe, the fearful trip is done,
The wondrous ship, the ship divine, its mighty object won,
And our cities walk in triumph — but O heart, heart, you stay,
Where on the deck my captain lies sleeping cold dead.

And cities shout and thunder — but my heart.

And all career in triumph wide — but I with gentle tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies, sleeping cold and dead.

My captain does not answer, his lips are closed and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
But his ship, his ship is anchor'd safe — the fearful trip is done,
The wondrous ship, the well-tried ship, its proudest object won;
And my lands career in triumph — but I with gentle tread
Walk the spot my captain lies sleeping pale and dead.

"By Blue Ontario's Shore" (p. 310). Parts of this poem have been taken from the prose Preface to the 1855 Edition, others were composed for the 1856 Edition, and several passages, including §§ 1, 7, and 20, and parts of 14,17, and 18, were added in 1867. A few lines were added in 1871.

p. 313, ll. 10-11: "Attracting it body and soul . . . merits and demerits". Included in the Osgood list of expurgations.

p. 315, ll. 3-4: "Slavery — the murderous, treacherous conspiracy", etc. Cf. "The Eighteenth Presidency" (p. 586), also composed in 1856.

p. 317, l. 5: "He judges not . . . a helpless thing". Cf. "To a Common Prostitute" (p. 353).