Song of Labor Day

Dear Subscribers: Thank you for your patience and kind understanding! As you've seen, I've been playing around with this blog and I'm still finding my way. It may be that this approach does not belong here, but rather on a new blog called "The Far Shore" or "From the Far Shore," or something like that. I don't know. And I am continuing to encounter technical glitches beyond my control, which I apologize for. But I do know that your comments are much appreciated, and I hope as I move forward that all of this will become clearer. To you as well as me. In any event, have a great Labor Day.

"I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear/Those of mechanics, each one singing a carol as it should be blithe and strong...

"The boatman singing what belongs to him in the boat...

"The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work...

"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 and friendly,/Singing with open mouths their melodious songs."