t:
Above her shook the starry lights,
She heard the torrents meet.

There in her place she did rejoice,
Self-gathered in her prophet mind,
But fragments of her mighty voice
Came rolling on the wind.

Then stepped she down through town and field
To mingle with the human race,
And part by part to men revealed
The fullness of her face._

--ALFRED TENNYSON.

[Illustration: THE STATUE OF LIBERTY ENLIGHTENING THE WORLD]

AMERICA FOR ME

BY HENRY VAN DYKE

Doctor van Dyke (1852-) is a noted clergyman,
writer, and educator. He has long been connected
with Princeton University. From 1913-1917, during
the trying period of the World War, he was United
States minister to Holland. His many visits to
Europe have served only to increase his devotion to
his native land. The following poem is a fine
expression of the genuine homesickness of the
traveled scholar for his own country. You should
read it and re-read it until it has sung itself
into your memory.

(From _The Poems of Henry van Dyke_. Copyright,
1920, by Charles Scribner's Sons.)

'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the
kings--
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things. 5

_So it's home again, and home again, America for me!
My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be,
In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars._

Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; 10
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study
Rome;
But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.

I like the German fir woods, in green battalions drilled;
I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains
filled;
But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day
In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her 5
way!

I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to