Henry Van Dyke
Henry Van Dyke
Henry Jackson van Dykewas an American author, educator, and clergyman...
flower night hymns
Flowers rejoice when night is done, Lift their heads to greet the sun; Sweetest looks and odours raise, In a silent hymn of praise.
flower heart roots
The worlds in which we live at heart are one, The world "I am," the fruit of "I have done"; And underneath these worlds of flower and fruit, The world "I love,"--the only living root.
dream stars flower
We may be able to tell how many stars are in the Milky Way; we may be able to count the petals of every flower, and number the bones of every bird; but unless faith leads us to a deeper understanding, a more reverent comprehension of the significance of the universe, God can be no more pleased with our knowledge than the painter is pleased with the fly which touches his picture with its feelers, and sips the varnish from the surface, and dies without dreaming of the meaning, thought, feeling, embodied in the colors.
dream sweet flower
Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air; And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair; And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome; But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.
flower light sky
These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth: Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of the forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadows of cloud that swiftly pass, And, after showers, The smell of flowers And of the good brown earth,- And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.
life flower new-day
Hours fly, Flowers die: New days, New ways: Pass by! Love stays.
friendship relationship true-friend
A friend is what the heart needs all the time.
love love-is world
Love is the best thing in the world, and the thing that lives the longest.
coming gratitude greet love running visit welcome
Gratitude is a twofold love -- love coming to visit us, and love running out to greet a welcome guest.
love rose littles
A little while the rose, And after that the thorn; An hour of dewy morn, And then the glamour goes. Ah, love in beauty born, A little while the rose!
song sweet heart
If all the world were music, Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silence. To break the endless song.
strong pride doors
The lintel low enough to keep out pomp and pride; The threshold high enough to turn deceit aside; The doorband strong enough from robbers to defend; This door will open at a touch to welcome every friend.
courage brave possibility
The more keenly we are awake to the perils of life, the higher and grander is the possibility of being truly brave.
heart giving luck
Come, my friend, forget your foes, and leave your fears behind, And wander forth to try your luck, with cheerful, quiet mind; For be your fortune great or small, you take what God will give, And all the day your heart will say, "'Tis luck enough to live.