O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
This stanza is from a longer poem, which many of you know, it was written by Walt Whitman for Pres. Lincoln.
I haven't been here long, but i do know that Tuffie was a great force on these boards, and he will be missed greatly.