 Poetry: December 13, 2006 Issue [#1430] |
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A Child in the Garden
by Henry Van Dyke
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,
And bowers of innocence with beauty fraught,
It seemed some purer voice must speak before
I dared to tread that garden loved of yore,
That Eden lost unknown and found unsought.
Then just within the gate I saw a child, --
A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear;
He held his hands to me, and softly smiled
With eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear:
"Come in," he said, "and play awhile with me;"
"I am the little child you used to be."
If All the Skies
by Henry Van Dyke
If all the skies were sunshine,
Our faces would be fain
To feel once more upon them
The cooling splash of rain.
If all the world were music,
Our hearts would often long
For one sweet strain of silence,
To break the endless song.
If life were always merry,
Our souls would seek relief,
And rest from weary laughter
In the quiet arms of grief.
Henry Van Dyke was born on November 10, 1852 in Germanton, Pennsylvania. Henry was the eldest of two sons born to Henrietta Ashmead and Henry Jackson Van Dyke. Henry was greatly influenced by his father, a Presbyterian minister. Henry's father taught his sons the joys of nature and fishing. Henry was not a model child he tested his father's patients several time.
Henry studied at the Brooklyn Polytechnic Institute and graduated there at the age of sixteen. He then attended Princeton University and received a B.A 1873. Then three years later in 1876 he received a M.A. Henry travelled to Germany a year later and studied in Berlin before returning to America and entering the Presbyterian ministry. Henry married Ellen Reid in December 1881. The couple had a total of nine children together. In 1883 he became pastor of the Brick Presbyterian Church in New York City. He held that position for the next seventeen years before returning to Princeton to be a professor of English Literature.
In 1884 while being a minister he started his writing career and his first book, The Reality of Religion, was published. In 1889 Henry published, "The Poetry of Tennyson." He corresponded with Tennyson before the book was published and was able to meet with him in 1892. Tennyson greatly influenced Henry's poetry from that meeting on. Henry wrote many short stories, "The Ruling Passion," published in 1901; "The Blue Flower," published in 1902; "The Unknown Quantity," published in 1912. His other stories shared his love for nature, "Little Rivers," published in 1895; "Fisherman’s Luck," published in 1899 and "Outdoors in the Holy Land," published in 1908.
Henry retired from Princeton in 1923. He spent the next ten years publicly speaking on and criticizing the literary movement. Henry Van Dyke died on April 10, 1933 with his wife by his side. Henry is buried in Princeton, New Jersey.
The Heavenly Hills of Holland
by Henry Van Dyke
The heavenly hills of Holland,--
How wondrously they rise
Above the smooth green pastures
Into the azure skies!
With blue and purple hollows,
With peaks of dazzling snow,
Along the far horizon
The clouds are marching slow.
No mortal foot has trodden
The summits of that range,
Nor walked those mystic valleys
Whose colors ever change;
Yet we possess their beauty,
And visit them in dreams,
While the ruddy gold of sunset
From cliff and canyon gleams.
In days of cloudless weather
They melt into the light;
When fog and mist surround us
They're hidden from our sight;
But when returns a season
Clear shining after rain,
While the northwest wind is blowing,
We see the hills again.
The old Dutch painters loved them,
Their pictures show them clear,
Old Hobbema and Ruysdael,
Van Goyen and Vermeer.
Above the level landscape,
Rich polders, long-armed mills,
Canals and ancient cities,--
Float Holland's heavenly hills.
Thank you all!
Stormy Lady
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