America

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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!