Henry Van Dyke

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

The Gentle Traveller - Poem by Henry Van Dyke

Through many a land your journey ran,
And showed the best the world can boast:
Now tell me, traveller, if you can,
The place that pleased you most."

She laid her hands upon my breast,
And murmured gently in my ear,
"The place I loved and liked the best
Was in your arms, my dear!"


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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