Henry Van Dyke

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

Henry Van Dyke Poems

41. Indian Summer 1/3/2003
42. Inscriptions For A Friend's House 1/3/2003
43. Jeanne D'Arc 1/3/2003
44. Jeanne D'Arc Returns 1/3/2003
45. Jesus, Thou Divine Companion 1/3/2003
46. Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee 1/3/2003
47. Katrina's Sun-Dial 1/3/2003
48. Keats 1/3/2003
49. Late Spring 1/3/2003
50. Liberty Enlightening The World 1/3/2003
51. Life 1/3/2003
52. Light Between The Trees 1/3/2003
53. Lights Out 1/3/2003
54. Longfellow 1/3/2003
55. Love 1/3/2003
56. Love In A Look 1/3/2003
57. Love's Nearness 1/3/2003
58. Love's Reason 1/3/2003
59. Mare Liberum 1/3/2003
60. Master Of Music 1/3/2003
61. Might And Right 1/3/2003
62. Milton 1/3/2003
63. Mother Earth 1/3/2003
64. Music 1/3/2003
65. My April Lady 1/3/2003
66. National Monuments 1/3/2003
67. Nepenthe 1/3/2003
68. New Year's Eve 1/3/2003
69. One World 1/3/2003
70. Pan Learns Music 1/3/2003
71. Patria 1/3/2003
72. Peace 1/3/2003
73. Portrait And Reality 1/3/2003
74. Reliance 1/3/2003
75. Remarks About Kings 1/3/2003
76. Robert Browning 1/3/2003
77. Sea-Gulls Of Manhattan 1/3/2003
78. Shelley 1/3/2003
79. Sicily, December 1908 1/3/2003
80. Spring In The South 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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Hide And Seek

All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still,
All the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the hill;
Through the noonday silence, down the woods of June,
Hark, a little hunter's voice comes running with a tune.
"Hide and seek!
"When I speak,
"You must answer me:
"Call again,
"Merry men,

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