Henry Van Dyke
Henry Jackson van Dyke was an American author, educator, and clergyman.
Henry van Dyke was born on November 11 , 1852 in Germantown, Pennsylvania in the United States. He graduated from Princeton University in 1873 and from Princeton Theological Seminary, 1877 and served as a professor of English literature at Princeton between 1899 and 1923. In 1908-09 Dr. van Dyke was an American lecturer at the University of Paris. By appointment of President Wilson he became Minister to the Netherlands and Luxembourg in 1913. He was elected to the American Academy of Arts and Letters and received many other honors. Van Dyke was an "ardent foe of the annexation of the... more »
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Henry Van Dyke Poems
I put my heart to school In the world, where men grow wise, "Go out," I said, "and learn the rule; Come back when you win a prize."
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.
America for Me
'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kings But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.
Let me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In roaring market-place or tranquil room; Let me but find it in my heart to say,
A Home Song
I read within a poet's book A word that starred the page: "Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage!"
Time is Too Slow for those who Wait, Too Swift for those who Fear, Too Long for those who Grieve,
Home, for my heart still calls me; Home, through the danger zone; Home, whatever befalls me, I will sail again to my own!
Oh, why are you shining so bright, big Sun, And why is the garden so gay? Do you know that my days of delight are done, Do you know I am going away?
A Lover's Envy
I envy every flower that blows Along the meadow where she goes, And every bird that sings to her, And every breeze that brings to her
A Child in the Garden
When to the garden of untroubled thought I came of late, and saw the open door, And wished again to enter, and explore The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought,
I love thine inland seas, Thy groves of giant trees, Thy rolling plains; Thy rivers' mighty sweep,
The Price of Peace
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,
A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall; A calmness broods upon the hills,
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I put my heart to school
In the world, where men grow wise,
"Go out," I said, "and learn the rule;
Come back when you win a prize."
My heart came back again:
"Now where is the prize?" I cried. ----
"The rule was false, and the prize was pain,
And the teacher's name was Pride."
I put my heart to school
In the woods, where veeries sing,
And brooks run cool and clear;
In the fields, where wild flowers spring,
And the blue of heaven bends near.
"Go out," I said: "you are half a fool,
But perhaps they can teach you here."
"And why do you stay...