Poems by Henry Van Dyke
When Tulips Bloom
... III I think the meadow-lark's clear sound ...
Master Of Music
... Brief was the flame of their life, but the lamps of their art burn long! ...
Love
... For love is but the heart's immortal thirst ...
The Sun-Dial at Wells College
... The vanished hour, no longer thine: ...
Edmund Clarence Stedman
... And winter brought your head the crown ...
Song Of A Pilgrim-Soul
... The narrow, cloud-swept track, to be thy guide: ...
The Empty Quatrain
... Look, turn it up or down, 't is perfect still,- ...
Autumn in the Garden
... Dreams of joy, that brightened all the labouring hours, ...
America
... Thy groves of giant trees, ...
Britain, France, America
... And seal the solemn word with valiant act: ...
The Hermit Thrush
... Then, while we wait again to hear the bird, ...
The Pathway Of Rivers
... The mountain is their mother and the forest is their father ...
Another Chance
... Thou foolthis nightit's very darkthe lastthis choking breath ...
Peace-Hymn Of The Republic
... Bring down the proud, lift up the poor, ...
Stars and the Soul
... What knows the star that guides the sailor's way, ...
