These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth: Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Flowers rejoice when night is done, Lift their heads to greet the sun; Sweetest looks and odours raise, In a silent hymn… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Memory is a capricious and arbitrary creature. You never can tell what pebble she will pick up from the shore of life… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
The worlds in which we live at heart are one, The world "I am," the fruit of "I have done"; And underneath… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
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;… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
We may be able to tell how many stars are in the Milky Way; we may be able to count the petals… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack;The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back. — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
The Bible does not profess to make men omniscient, but simply to tell them enough to make them happy and good, if they will… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
So in the heart, When, fading slowly down the past, Fond memories depart, And each that leaves it seems the last; Long after all… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
It is with rivers as it is with people: the greatest are not always the most agreeable nor the best to live with. — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
A little while the rose, And after that the thorn; An hour of dewy morn, And then the glamour goes. Ah, love in beauty… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Favorite People, Favorite Places, Favorite Memories of the past ... These are the joys of a lifetime Those are the things that last — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Religion? Yes, I know it well; I've heard its prayers and creeds, And seen men put them all to shame with poor, half-hearted deeds.… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
It is better to desire the things we have than to have the things we desire. — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Lord, when my spirit shall return to thee, At the foot of a friendly tree let my body be buried, That this dust may… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
