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I Hear America Singing.

Part of the cluster INSCRIPTIONS.


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  
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deck- 
 hand 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 ploughboy's on his way in the morn- 
 ing, or at 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 him or 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.

Part of the cluster INSCRIPTIONS.

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