Poems by Henry Van Dyke
Sea-Gulls of Manhattan
... Something tells us that our souls are free, ...
Storm-Music
... Trampling, trampling, trampling, to overwhelm the shore! ...
A Scrap of Paper
... " - Question of the German Chancellor to the British Ambassador, ...
The Tribe Of The Helpers
... I will sing of the tribe of the helpers who travel in peace ...
Katrina's Sun-Dial
... Flowers die: New days, ...
National Monuments
... Lives in the bronze and marble that we raise, ...
Indian Summer
... The Camp-fires of the Past are burning ...
God of the Open Air
... V >From the prison of anxious thought that greed has builded, ...
The Grand Canyon
... Is the blind Unconscious power that drew thee dumbly down ...
The Monument Of Francis Makemie
... Thy fearless word and faithful work have made ...
A Legend of Service
... "But, Lord, I fain would know, which loves Thee best ...
How Spring Comes To Shasta Jim
... Oh, wot's the use o' "red gods," an' "Pan," an' all that stuff ...
Might and Right
... If Might made Right, life were a wild-beasts' cage ...
America's Prosperity
... Thy flocks and herds increase, thy barns are pressed ...
Spring In The North
... For look, sweet heart, here are the early flowers ...
