Henry Van Dyke

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

Henry Van Dyke Poems

81. Storm-Music 1/3/2003
82. The Ancestral Dwelling 1/3/2003
83. The Bells Of Malines 1/3/2003
84. The Black Birds 1/3/2003
85. The Empty Quatrain 1/3/2003
86. The Foolish Fir-Tree 1/3/2003
87. The Gentle Traveller 1/3/2003
88. The Glory Of Ships 1/3/2003
89. The Heavenly Hills Of Holland 1/3/2003
90. The Hermit Thrush 1/3/2003
91. The Message 1/3/2003
92. The Mocking-Bird 1/3/2003
93. The Name Of France 1/3/2003
94. The Oxford Thrushes 1/3/2003
95. The Price Of Peace 1/3/2003
96. The Proud Lady 1/3/2003
97. The Red Flower 1/3/2003
98. The Statue Of Sherman By St. Gaudens 1/3/2003
99. The Sun-Dial At Wells College 1/3/2003
100. The Vain King 1/3/2003
101. The Veery 3/31/2010
102. The White Bees 1/3/2003
103. The Wind Of Sorrow 1/3/2003
104. The Window 1/3/2003
105. They Who Tread The Path Of Labor 1/3/2003
106. Thomas Bailey Aldrich 1/3/2003
107. Time Is 1/3/2003
108. To James Whitcomb Riley 1/3/2003
109. To Julia Marlowe 1/3/2003
110. Twilight In The Alps 1/3/2003
111. Two Schools 1/3/2003
112. Undine 1/3/2003
113. Urbs Coronata 1/3/2003
114. Victor Hugo 1/3/2003
115. War-Music 1/3/2003
116. Without Disguise 1/3/2003
117. Wordsworth 1/3/2003
118. Work 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Henry Van Dyke

A Prayer For A Mother's Birthday

Lord Jesus, Thou hast known
A mother's love and tender care:
And Thou wilt hear, while for my own
Mother most dear I make this birthday prayer.

Protect her life, I pray,
Who gave the gift of life to me;
And may she know, from day to day,
The deepening glow of Life that comes from Thee.

As once upon her breast
Fearless and well content I lay,
So let her heart, on Thee at rest,
Feel fears depart and troubles fade away.

Her every wish fulfill;
And even if Thou must refuse
In anything, let Thy wise will
A comfort bring such as kind mothers...

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A Mile With Me

O who will walk a mile with me
Along life's merry way?
A comrade blithe and full of glee,
Who dares to laugh out loud and free,
And let his frolic fancy play,
Like a happy child, through the flowers gay
That fill the field and fringe the way
Where he walks a mile with me.

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