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 ...
Henry Van Dyke Poems on Praise (17 Poems)
Texas (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
A DEMOCRATIC ODEITHE WILD-BEESAll along the Brazos river,All along the Colorado,In the valleys and the lowlandsWhere the trees were tall ...
Spirit Of The Everlasting Boy (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
ODE FOR THE HUNDREDTH ANNIVERSARY OF LAWRENCEVILLE SCHOOLJune 11, 1910IThe British bard who looked on Eton's walls,Endeared by distance in ...
The Grand Canyon (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
DAYBREAKWhat makes the lingering Night so cling to thee?Thou vast, profound, primeval hiding-placeOf ancient secrets,-gray and ghostly gulfCleft in the green ...
Spring In The North (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
IAh, who will tell me, in these leaden days,Why the sweet Spring delays,And where she hides,-the dear desire Of every heart ...
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 ...
The Monument Of Francis Makemie (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
(Presbyter of Christ in America, 1683-1708)To thee, plain hero of a rugged race, We bring the meed of praise too long ...
The Talisman (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
What is Fortune, what is Fame?Futile gold and phantom name,-Riches buried in a cave,Glory written on a grave.What is Friendship? ...
Matins (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
Flowers rejoice when night is done,Lift their heads to greet the sun;Sweetest looks and odours raise,In a silent hymn of ...
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I BIRTHDAY VERSES Dear Aldrich, now November's mellow days Have brought another Festa round to you, You can't refuse a ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
National Monuments (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Count not the cost of honour to the dead! The tribute that a mighty nation pays To those who loved ...
Late Spring (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love, Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, hail Thee as ...
Hymn of Joy (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
To the music of Beethoven's ninth symphony Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold ...
Francis Makemie (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
(Presbyter of Christ in Americas 1683-1708) To thee, plain hero of a rugged race, We bring the meed of praise ...
Gratitude (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
"Do you give thanks for this? -- or that?" No, God be thanked I am not grateful In that cold, ...