poet Henry Van Dyke

Henry Van Dyke

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Edmund Clarence Stedman

Oh, quick to feel the lightest touch
Of beauty or of truth,
Rich in the thoughtfulness of age,
The hopefulness of youth,
The courage of the gentle heart,
The wisdom of the pure,
The strength of finely tempered souls
To labour and endure!

The blue of springtime in your eyes
Was never quenched by pain;
And winter brought your head the crown
Of snow without a stain.
The poet's mind, the prince's heart,
You kept until the end,
Nor ever faltered in your work,
Nor ever failed a friend.

Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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  • Neran Sati (10/7/2015 6:19:00 AM)

    The poet's mind, the prince's heart,
    Can you hear this?

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