America

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I love thine inland seas,
  Thy groves of giant trees,
  Thy rolling plains;
Thy rivers' mighty sweep,
Thy mystic canyons deep,
Thy mountains wild and steep,
  All thy domains;

Thy silver Eastern strands,
Thy Golden Gate that stands
  Wide to the West;
Thy flowery Southland fair,
Thy sweet and crystal air, -
O land beyond compare,
  Thee I love best!

Additional verses for the
National Hymn,
March, 1906.

© Henry Van Dyke