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Henry Van Dyke (10 November 1852 – 10 April 1933 / Germantown, Pennsylvania)
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Henry Jackson van Dyke was an American author, educator, and clergyman.
Biography
Henry van Dyke was born on November 11 , 1852 in Germantown, Pennsylvania in the United States. He graduated from Princeton University in 1873 and from Princeton Theological Seminary, 1877 and served as a professor of English literature at Princeton between 1899 and 1923. In 1908-09 Dr. van Dyke was an American lecturer at the University of Paris. By appointment of President Wilson he became Minister to the Netherlands and Luxembourg in 1913. He was elected to the American Academy of Arts and Letters and received many other honors. Van Dyke was an "ardent foe of the annexation of ... more »
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Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;
Henry Van Dyke (1852-1933), U.S. poet. America for Me (l. 9-12). . . One Hundred and One Famous Poems. Roy J. Cook, comp. (Rev. ed., 1958) Reilly ...
And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;
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''I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack;
Henry Van Dyke (1852-1933), U.S. poet. America for Me (l. 17-18). . . One Hundred and One Famous Poems. Roy J. Cook, comp. (Rev. ed., 1958) Reilly...
The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.''
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Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me!
Henry Van Dyke (1852-1933), U.S. poet. America for Me (l. 21-24). . . One Hundred and One Famous Poems. Roy J. Cook, comp. (Rev. ed., 1958) Reilly...
I want a ship that's westward bound to plow the rolling sea,
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The legend of Felix is ended, the toiling of Felix is done;
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The Master has paid him his wages, the goal of his journey is won;
He rests, but he never is idle; a thousand years pass like ...
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I have been asked to read the poem of Henry Van Dyke, Gone From My Sight, at a memorial service,6/12/10 and give an introduction. If you have a an insight or comments into this poem, and when and why it was written, I'd appreciate hearing whatever it is that you wish to share.
Thanks, Nancie
I am glad to see Henry Van Dyke's poems so accessible but when they are published without the date of the original publication, it becomes virtually impossible to make a correct citation of the poem America for Me. Does anyone know when he first published it other than appearing in an anthology of poems in 1958 and begin critiqued by Jack London?
To Tess A: We are reading this same poem at my father-in-law's memorial service. I was searching for info on Henry van Dyke and whether he actually wrote this poem. Here it is:
I am standing upon the sea shore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the
morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length she hangs
like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says; “There, she is gone! ” “Gone where? ” Gone from my sight.
That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at that moment when someone at my side says, “There, she is gone! ”
There are other eyes watching her and other voices ready to take up the glad shout,
“Here she comes! ”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke
am looking for a Henry Van Dyke. poem
and it startes with this
I am standing Upon the seashore...