Things We Love About America, Part IV

High on my list too. Walt Whitman's poetry:

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanicseach 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 boatthe deckhand singing on the steamboat deck;
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his benchthe hatter singing as he stands;   The wood-cutter’s songthe 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 washingEach singing what belongs to her, and to none else;   
The day what belongs to the dayAt night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,   
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.