Henry Van Dyke

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

Henry Van Dyke Poems

81. If All The Skies 1/3/2003
82. Hymn Of Joy 1/3/2003
83. Hudson's Last Voyage 1/3/2003
84. Homeward Bound 1/3/2003
85. Hide And Seek 1/3/2003
86. Hesper 1/3/2003
87. Gratitude 1/3/2003
88. Gone From My Sight 11/28/2014
89. God Of The Open Air 1/3/2003
90. Francis Makemie 1/3/2003
91. Four Things 1/3/2003
92. Flood-Tide Of Flowers 1/3/2003
93. Fire-Fly City 1/3/2003
94. Edmund Clarence Stedman 1/3/2003
95. Echoes From The Greek Mythology 1/3/2003
96. Dulcis Memoria 1/3/2003
97. Doors Of Daring 1/3/2003
98. Departure 1/3/2003
99. Christ Of Everywhere 1/3/2003
100. Autumn In The Garden 1/3/2003
101. Arrival 1/3/2003
102. An American In Europe 1/3/2003
103. America's Prosperity 1/3/2003
104. America For Me 1/3/2003
105. America 1/3/2003
106. Ameria's Welcome Home 3/31/2010
107. A Wayfaring Song 3/31/2010
108. A Scrap Of Paper 1/3/2003
109. A Rondeau Of College Rhymes 1/3/2003
110. A Prayer For A Mother's Birthday 1/3/2003
111. A Parable Of Immortality 11/28/2014
112. A Noon Song 1/3/2003
113. A Mile With Me 1/3/2003
114. A Lover's Envy 1/3/2003
115. A Legend Of Service 1/3/2003
116. A Home Song 1/3/2003
117. A Health To Mark Twain 1/3/2003
118. A Child In The Garden 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Henry Van Dyke

Time Is

Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.

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Dulcis Memoria

Long, long ago I heard a little song,
(Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?)
So lowly, slowly wound the tune along,
That far into my heart it found the way:
A melody consoling and endearing;
And still, in silent hours, I'm often hearing
The small, sweet song that does not die away.

Long, long ago I saw a little flower,--

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