The poem is as bad as the speech was good. I humbly offer a substitution for those who are in need of an uplifting, good poem:
| 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; | 5 |
| 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 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. |
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