Henry Van Dyke Poems on God (54 Poems)

Vera (Henry Van Dyke Poems)

IA silent world,-yet full of vital joyUttered in rhythmic movements manifold,And sunbeams flashing on the face of thingsLike sudden smilings of divine delight,-A world of many sorrows too, revealedIn fading flowers and withering leaves and darkTear-laden clouds, and tearless, clinging … Continue reading →

The Toiling Of Felix (Henry Van Dyke Poems)

IPRELUDE Hear a word that Jesus spake Nineteen hundred years ago, Where the crimson lilies blow Round the blue Tiberian lake: There the bread of life He brake, Through the fields of harvest walking With His lowly comrades, talking Of the secret thoughts that feed Weary souls in … Continue reading →

Texas (Henry Van Dyke Poems)

A DEMOCRATIC ODE ITHE WILD-BEESAll along the Brazos river,All along the Colorado,In the valleys and the lowlandsWhere the trees were tall and stately,In the rich and rolling meadowsWhere the grass was full of wild-flowers,Came a humming and a buzzing,Came the … Continue reading →

Who Follow The Flag (Henry Van Dyke Poems)

PHI BETA KAPPA ODEHARVARD UNIVERSITYJune 30, 1910 IAll day long in the city’s canyon-street, With its populous cliffs alive on either side, I saw a river of marching men like a tideFlowing after the flag: and the rhythmic beat Of the drums, and … Continue reading →

Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy (Henry Van Dyke Poems)

ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOLJune 11, 1910 IThe British bard who looked on Eton’s walls,Endeared by distance in the pearly grayAnd soft aerial blue that ever fallsOn English landscape with the dying day,Beheld in thought his boyhood … Continue reading →

The Grand Canyon (Henry Van Dyke Poems)

DAYBREAK What makes the lingering Night so cling to thee?Thou vast, profound, primeval hiding-placeOf ancient secrets,-gray and ghostly gulfCleft in the green of this high forest land,And crowded in the dark with giant forms!Art thou a grave, a prison, or a … Continue reading →

A Ballad Of Claremont Hill (Henry Van Dyke Poems)

The roar of the city is low, Muffled by new-fallen snow,And the sign of the wintry moon is small and round and still. Will you come with me to-night, To see a pleasant sightAway on the river-side, at the edge of Claremont Hill? ”And … Continue reading →

Little Boatie (Henry Van Dyke Poems)

A Slumber Song For The Fisherman’s Child Furl your sail, my little boatie; Here’s the haven, still and deep, Where the dreaming tides, in-streaming, Up the channel creep. See, the sunset breeze is dying; Hark, the plover, landward flying, Softly down the twilight crying; Come to anchor, … Continue reading →

The Signs (Henry Van Dyke Poems)

Dedicated to the Zodiac ClubWho knows how many thousand years agoThe twelvefold Zodiac was made to showThe course of stars above and men below?The great sun plows his furrow by its “lines”:From all its “houses” mystic meaning shines:Deep lore of … Continue reading →

How Spring Comes To Shasta Jim (Henry Van Dyke Poems)

I never seen no “red gods”; I dunno wot’s a “lure”;But if it’s sumpin’ takin’, then Spring has got it sure;An’ it doesn’t need no Kiplins, ner yet no London Jacks,To make up guff about it, w’ile settin’ in their … Continue reading →