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.