Henry Van Dyke

(10 November 1852 – 10 April 1933 / Germantown, Pennsylvania)

Henry Van Dyke Poems

1. The Hermit Thrush 1/3/2003
2. The Empty Quatrain 1/3/2003
3. Patria 1/3/2003
4. The Heavenly Hills Of Holland 1/3/2003
5. Jeanne D'Arc Returns 1/3/2003
6. The Bells Of Malines 1/3/2003
7. Milton 1/3/2003
8. The Statue Of Sherman By St. Gaudens 1/3/2003
9. Longfellow 1/3/2003
10. Shelley 1/3/2003
11. Portrait And Reality 1/3/2003
12. National Monuments 1/3/2003
13. Remarks About Kings 1/3/2003
14. The Veery 3/31/2010
15. A Ballad Of Santa Claus 12/14/2015
16. The Ruby-Crowned Kinglet 2/23/2016
17. Bitter-Sweet 2/27/2016
18. The Message 1/3/2003
19. The Name Of France 1/3/2003
20. Urbs Coronata 1/3/2003
21. Keats 1/3/2003
22. Nepenthe 1/3/2003
23. To Julia Marlowe 1/3/2003
24. The Wind Of Sorrow 1/3/2003
25. Thomas Bailey Aldrich 1/3/2003
26. Sea-Gulls Of Manhattan 1/3/2003
27. Love In A Look 1/3/2003
28. Francis Makemie 1/3/2003
29. Wordsworth 1/3/2003
30. New Year's Eve 1/3/2003
31. Might And Right 1/3/2003
32. Lights Out 1/3/2003
33. The Proud Lady 1/3/2003
34. Edmund Clarence Stedman 1/3/2003
35. The Mocking-Bird 1/3/2003
36. Sicily, December 1908 1/3/2003
37. The Ancestral Dwelling 1/3/2003
38. Hesper 1/3/2003
39. The White Bees 1/3/2003
40. Without Disguise 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Henry Van Dyke

Two Schools

I put my heart to school
In the world, where men grow wise,
"Go out," I said, "and learn the rule;
Come back when you win a prize."

My heart came back again:
"Now where is the prize?" I cried. ----
"The rule was false, and the prize was pain,
And the teacher's name was Pride."

I put my heart to school
In the woods, where veeries sing,
And brooks run cool and clear;
In the fields, where wild flowers spring,
And the blue of heaven bends near.
"Go out," I said: "you are half a fool,
But perhaps they can teach you here."

"And why do you stay...

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The Hermit Thrush

O wonderful! How liquid clear
The molten gold of that ethereal tone,
Floating and falling through the wood alone,
A hermit-hymn poured out for God to hear!
0 holy, holy, holy! Hyaline,
Long light, low light, glory of eventide!
Love far away, far up. -- up, -- love divine!
Little love, too, for ever, ever, near,
Warm love, earth love, tender love of mine,

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