Irving Lerner — Director
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanicsâ€”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 boatâ€”the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck; The shoemaker singing as he sits on his benchâ€”the hatter singing as he stands; The wood-cutter's songâ€”the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown; The delicious singing of the motherâ€”or of the young wife at workâ€”or of the girl sewing or washingâ€”Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else; The day what belongs to the dayâ€”at night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs. Come! some of you! still be flooding The States with hundreds and thousands of mouth-songs fit for The States only.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of GrRead More
Alice laughed. ""There's no use trying,"" she said: ""one CAN'T believe impossible things.""
""I daresay you haven't had much practice,"" said the Queen. ""When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.""
Lewis Carroll. Through the Looking GlassRead More