Poem by Henry Van Dyke

America

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.

1. War-Music
2. A Scrap of Paper
3. The Empty Quatrain
4. The Wind of Sorrow
5. Jeanne d’Arc

Arlo Bates America ("FOR, O America, our country!—land")

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