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1852–1933

AMERICA

Henry Van Dyke

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!

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