Henry Van Dyke (Генри Ван Дайк)

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. The Gentle Traveller
2. Hesper
3. Patria
4. To Julia Marlowe
5. A Health to Mark Twain

Lucretia Davidson (Лукреция Дэвидсон) America ("And this was once the realm of nature, where")

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