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Henry Van Dyke - 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.
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