Henry Van Dyke

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

Henry Van Dyke Poems

81. Love's Nearness 1/3/2003
82. Twilight In The Alps 1/3/2003
83. Dulcis Memoria 1/3/2003
84. Master Of Music 1/3/2003
85. Hymn Of Joy 1/3/2003
86. Victor Hugo 1/3/2003
87. A Health To Mark Twain 1/3/2003
88. Without Disguise 1/3/2003
89. The Glory Of Ships 1/3/2003
90. A Scrap Of Paper 1/3/2003
91. Stars And The Soul 1/3/2003
92. A Rondeau Of College Rhymes 1/3/2003
93. Love 1/3/2003
94. Arrival 1/3/2003
95. If All The Skies 1/3/2003
96. The Price Of Peace 1/3/2003
97. A Legend Of Service 1/3/2003
98. Undine 1/3/2003
99. Gratitude 1/3/2003
100. America's Prosperity 1/3/2003
101. A Noon Song 1/3/2003
102. An American In Europe 1/3/2003
103. Four Things 1/3/2003
104. Christ Of Everywhere 1/3/2003
105. Homeward Bound 1/3/2003
106. My April Lady 1/3/2003
107. America 1/3/2003
108. A Lover's Envy 1/3/2003
109. Indian Summer 1/3/2003
110. Doors Of Daring 1/3/2003
111. A Mile With Me 1/3/2003
112. Life 1/3/2003
113. Autumn In The Garden 1/3/2003
114. A Child In The Garden 1/3/2003
115. A Home Song 1/3/2003
116. A Prayer For A Mother's Birthday 1/3/2003
117. Departure 1/3/2003
118. America For Me 1/3/2003
119. Work 1/3/2003
120. Two Schools 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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