Henry Van Dyke Poems

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Henry Van Dyke
Henry van Dyke (1852 – 1933) was an American author, educator, and clergyman. He graduated from Princeton University, 1873, and from Princeton Theological Seminary, 1874 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. His son is Tertius van Dyke. He chaired the committee that wrote the first Presbyterian printed liturgy, The Book of Common Worship of 1906. Among his popular writings are the two Christmas stories The Other Wise Man (1896) and The First Christmas Tree (1897). Various religious themes of his work are also expressed in his poetry, hymns and the essays collected in Little Rivers (1895) and Fisherman’s Luck (1899). He compiled several short stories in The Blue Flower named after a story by Novalis in 1902. He also contributed a chapter to the collaborative novel, The Whole Family (1908).

the revival
Unfold! unfold! Take in His light,
Who makes thy cares more short than night.
The joys whi... [read poem]
the world
I saw Eternity the other night,
Like a great ring of pure and endless light,
All calm... [read poem]
the evening-watch: a dialogue

Farewell! I go to sleep; but when
The day-star springs, I'll wake ag... [read poem]
Not to the swift, the race:
Not to the strong, the fight:
Not to the righteous, perfec... [read poem]
they are all gone into the world of light
They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit ling'ring here;
Their very... [read poem]
My Soul, there is a country
Afar beyond the stars,
Where stands a winged sentry
... [read poem]
the star
Whatever 'tis, whose beauty here below
Attracts thee thus and makes thee stream and flow,
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the water-fall
With what deep murmurs through time's silent stealth
Doth thy transparent, cool, and wat'ry wea... [read poem]
the morning-watch
O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flow'rs
And shoots of glory my soul breaks and buds!... [read poem]
the retreat
Happy those early days, when I
Shin'd in my angel-infancy!
Before I understood this place... [read poem]
i walk'd the other day
I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour,
Into a field,
Where I sometimes had seen th... [read poem]
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