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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! 
 
 
This poem is in the public domain. 
  
  
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