Henry Van Dyke
Henry Van Dyke
Henry Jackson van Dykewas an American author, educator, and clergyman...
memories heart past
So in the heart, When, fading slowly down the past, Fond memories depart, And each that leaves it seems the last; Long after all the rest are flown, Returns a solitary tone,— The after-echo of departed years,— And touches all the soul to tears.
photography memories past
Favorite People, Favorite Places, Favorite Memories of the past ... These are the joys of a lifetime Those are the things that last
life memories lying
Memory is a capricious and arbitrary creature. You never can tell what pebble she will pick up from the shore of life to keep among her treasures, or what inconspicuous flower of the field she will preserve as the symbol of "thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears." . . . And yet I do not doubt that the most Important things are always the best remembered.
mother memories eden
Who can explain the secret pathos of Nature's loveliness? It is a touch of melancholy inherited from our mother Eve. It is an unconscious memory of the lost Paradise. It is the sense that even if we should find another Eden, we would not be fit to enjoy it perfectly nor stay in it forever.
memories heart thoughtful
For ever so our thoughtful hearts repeatOn fields of triumph dirges of defeat;And still we turn on gala-days to treadAmong the rustling memories of the dead.
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.
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.
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.