Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

America’s Prosperity

They tell me thou art rich, my country: gold
In glittering flood has poured into thy chest;
Thy flocks and herds increase, thy barns are pressed
With harvest, and thy stores can hardly hold
Their merchandise; unending trains are rolled
Along thy network rails of East and West;
Thy factories and forges never rest; 
Thou art enriched in all things bought and sold! 

But dost thou prosper? Better news I crave.
O dearest country, is it well with thee
Indeed, and is thy soul in health?
A nobler people, hearts more wisely brave,
And thoughts that lift men up and make them free,--
These are prosperity and vital wealth!

1. To Julia Marlowe
2. The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens
3. Autumn in the Garden
4. One World
5. The Heavenly Hills of Holland

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