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title: I hear…
author: Steven
date: 2007-02-11 12:05:54
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- Musings
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- musings
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       I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear;

       Those of mechanics each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;

       The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,

       The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work;

       The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck;

       The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench—the hatter singing as he stands;

       The wood-cutter's song the ploughboys, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown;

       The delicious singing of the mother or of the young wife at work or of the girl sewing or washing Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else;

       The day what belongs to the day At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,

       Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.

        

       --Walt Whitman