Henry Van Dyke

Henry Van Dyke

1852–1933 · lived 80 years US US

Henry Van Dyke was an American author, educator, and clergyman. He is remembered for his contributions to literature, particularly his short stories and poems. Van Dyke's work often explored themes of nature, faith, and the pursuit of happiness, reflecting his own diverse interests and experiences. He was a prolific writer and also held significant positions in academia and public service.

n. 1852-11-10, Germantown · m. 1933-04-10, Princeton

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Work

Work


Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,
"This is my work; my blessing, not my doom;
"Of all who live, I am the one by whom
"This work can best be done in the right way."


Then shall I see it not too great, nor small,
To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;
Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours,
And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall
At eventide, to play and love and rest,
Because I know for me my work is best.
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Bio

Identification and basic context

Full name: Henry Van Dyke Jr. Pseudonyms or heteronyms: Not widely known for using pseudonyms or heteronyms. Date and place of birth (and death, if applicable): Born November 10, 1852, in Germantown, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA. Died April 14, 1933, in Princeton, New Jersey, USA. Family background, social class, and cultural context of origin: Son of a clergyman, Henry J. Van Dyke, and Henrietta Ashmead. He came from a family with a strong religious and intellectual tradition. His upbringing was within a comfortable middle-class environment that valued education and religious service. Nationality and language(s) of writing: American; English. Historical context in which they lived: Van Dyke lived through a period of significant change in the United States, including the Reconstruction era after the Civil War, the Gilded Age, the Progressive Era, and the beginnings of World War I. This was a time of industrial growth, social reform movements, and evolving American identity.

Childhood and education

Family background and social environment: His father was a prominent Presbyterian minister, which deeply influenced his early life and worldview, instilling in him a strong moral and religious foundation. His family environment was conducive to intellectual pursuits. Formal education and self-education: He attended the Franklin School in Philadelphia and then the Princeton Preparatory School. He graduated from Princeton University in 1873 and from Princeton Theological Seminary in 1877. He also pursued studies at Johns Hopkins University. Early influences (readings, culture, religion, politics): His religious upbringing was a primary influence. He was exposed to classical literature and the Bible from a young age. His education at Princeton, a hub of intellectual and religious thought, further shaped his perspectives. His engagement with nature also played a significant role in his creative output. Literary, philosophical, or artistic movements absorbed: While not strictly aligned with a single movement, his work shows an appreciation for nature and a moralistic tone reminiscent of 19th-century literary traditions. He was also influenced by the Transcendentalist movement's emphasis on nature and spirituality, and by Victorian literature. Significant events in youth: His decision to pursue a career in the ministry, following in his father's footsteps, was a significant early commitment. His academic achievements at Princeton laid the groundwork for his future career.

Literary trajectory

Beginning of writing (when and how it started): Van Dyke began writing poetry and essays from his early years, often inspired by his observations of nature and his religious faith. His early publications appeared in student journals and religious publications. Development over time (phases, changes in style): His writing evolved from early devotional poetry and sermons to include more narrative short stories and essays. Later in his career, his work often reflected his travels and his experiences in public service. Chronological evolution of the work: His career spanned several decades, with notable publications throughout the late 19th and early 20th centuries. His poems and stories often focused on themes of virtue, courage, and the restorative power of nature. Contributions to magazines, newspapers, and anthologies: He was a frequent contributor to prominent magazines of his time, such as Scribner's Magazine, Harper's Monthly, and The Atlantic Monthly. His works were widely anthologized. Activity as a critic, translator, or editor: He served as the editor of the religious magazine The Presbyterian and The Princeton Review. He also wrote literary criticism and essays on various subjects.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Major works with dates and context of production: "The Story of the Other Wise Man" (1896), a Christmas story that became immensely popular; "Little Rivers" (1889), a collection of essays on fishing and nature; "Fisherman's Luck" (1899), another collection of essays. Dominant themes — love, death, time, nature, identity, homeland, spirituality, etc.: Nature (especially its restorative and spiritual aspects), faith and spirituality, the pursuit of happiness and virtue, the importance of courage and integrity, outdoor life (fishing, camping), patriotism. Form and structure — use of the sonnet, free verse, fixed forms, metrical experimentation: He wrote poetry in various forms, including lyrical poems and ballads, often with regular meter and rhyme schemes. His prose style was clear, eloquent, and often descriptive. Poetic devices (metaphor, rhythm, musicality): He employed vivid imagery, particularly in his descriptions of nature. His prose often had a lyrical quality, with attention to rhythm and musicality. Tone and poetic voice — lyrical, satirical, elegiac, epic, ironic, confessional: His poetic voice was generally earnest, contemplative, and inspirational. It could be lyrical when describing nature or spiritual reflections, and narrative in his stories. Poetic voice (personal, universal, fragmented, etc.): Often personal in its reflection of his own experiences and beliefs, but also aimed for universal appeal through themes of human virtue and spiritual quest. Language and style — vocabulary, imagery density, preferred rhetorical devices: His language was refined and eloquent, employing a rich vocabulary. His imagery was often drawn from nature and biblical allusions. He used metaphors, similes, and personification effectively. Formal or thematic innovations introduced into literature: While not a radical innovator, he excelled at popularizing certain themes and styles, particularly the blend of nature writing with moral and spiritual reflection, and in crafting memorable short allegorical tales. Relationship with tradition and modernity: He bridged the gap between 19th-century literary traditions (Victorianism, Romanticism) and the changing sensibilities of the early 20th century, often presenting traditional values in accessible ways. Associated literary movements (e.g., symbolism, modernism): He is generally associated with the late Romantic and Victorian literary traditions, with echoes of Transcendentalism. He was a contemporary of many early Modernist writers but did not fully embrace the movement's experimentalism. Lesser-known or unpublished works: He published numerous sermons, essays, and poems throughout his life. His academic writings and speeches also form a significant part of his oeuvre.

Cultural and historical context

Relationship with historical events (wars, revolutions, regimes): As a public figure, he served as a patriotic speaker during World War I, delivering speeches that aimed to boost morale and explain American involvement. His "Song-Cycle of the War" reflects this engagement. Relationship with other writers or literary circles: He was part of the intellectual and literary circles of his time, particularly associated with Princeton University. He corresponded with and knew many prominent writers and thinkers. Generation or movement to which they belong (e.g., Romanticism, Modernism, Surrealism): He is often seen as a writer of the late Victorian and early Edwardian eras, a successor to the American Romantic tradition, though he was active well into the Modernist period. Political or philosophical stance: He held generally conservative views on social matters but was a proponent of conservation and national parks. His philosophy was deeply rooted in Christian ethics and a belief in the goodness of humanity and the beauty of God's creation. Influence of society and culture on the work: The rapidly industrializing and changing American society of his time influenced his themes of finding solace and enduring values in nature and faith. His role as a clergyman and educator also shaped his moralistic tone. Dialogues and tensions with contemporaries: He engaged with the evolving intellectual landscape, offering a more traditional, faith-based perspective compared to some of the more secular or experimental writers emerging at the time. Critical reception during life vs. posthumous recognition: During his life, he was a highly popular and respected author, speaker, and public figure. His works were widely read and admired. Posthumously, while still recognized for his contributions, his popularity waned compared to more avant-garde writers, though his nature essays and "The Other Wise Man" remain enduring.

Personal life

Significant emotional and family relationships and how they shaped the work: His marriage to Laura Hibbard in 1879 and their children likely provided personal grounding. His father's influence as a minister was fundamental to his values and literary themes. Friendships and literary rivalries: He maintained friendships with many literary and academic figures of his time. No significant literary rivalries are widely documented. Personal experiences and crises, illnesses, or conflicts: He suffered from periods of illness, which may have influenced his contemplative writings on nature and recovery. Parallel professions (if they did not live solely from poetry): He had a multifaceted career as a Presbyterian minister, professor, diplomat, and public servant, in addition to being a writer. He was appointed Minister to the Netherlands and Luxembourg (1913-1916). Religious, spiritual, or philosophical beliefs: Deeply religious, a devout Presbyterian, he integrated his Christian faith into his writings, often exploring themes of redemption, divine providence, and the spiritual significance of the natural world. Political positions and civic engagement: He was an active citizen, serving as a U.S. diplomat and delivering patriotic addresses. He was also involved in conservation efforts and advocated for the establishment of national parks. He was a chaplain for the U.S. Senate.

Recognition and reception

Place in national and international literature: He was a significant figure in American literature during his lifetime, particularly for his short fiction and nature essays. His international recognition came through translations and his diplomatic service. Awards, distinctions, and institutional recognition: He received honorary degrees from several universities. His appointment as Minister to the Netherlands and Luxembourg was a high diplomatic honor. He was also awarded the French Legion of Honor. Critical reception at the time and over time: During his lifetime, he was widely celebrated for his accessible style, moral uplift, and evocative descriptions of nature. Critics often praised his eloquence and his ability to blend literary artistry with ethical messages. Posthumously, while appreciated for these qualities, his work is sometimes seen as belonging to an earlier literary era. Popularity vs. academic recognition: He enjoyed immense popularity among the general reading public. Academically, he is studied as an important figure in American nature writing and in the context of late 19th/early 20th-century American literature, though perhaps less so than more experimental writers.

Influences and legacy

Authors who influenced them: Ralph Waldo Emerson (especially his essays on nature), Henry David Thoreau, and biblical texts were significant influences. He also admired poets like Wordsworth. Poets and movements they influenced: His clear prose and nature-focused themes may have influenced later nature writers and essayists. His moralistic storytelling left a mark on popular literature. Impact on national and world literature and on later generations of poets: He contributed to the tradition of American nature writing and popularized a blend of sermon, essay, and narrative. His "The Other Wise Man" became a Christmas classic, influencing generations of readers. Inclusion in the literary canon: He is generally included in the broader canon of American literature, particularly within the genre of nature writing and early 20th-century prose. He is a staple in collections of American short fiction. Translations and international dissemination: His works, especially "The Other Wise Man," were translated into many languages, achieving international popularity. Adaptations (music, theater, film): "The Other Wise Man" has been adapted into films and stage plays. Academic studies dedicated to the work: While perhaps not as extensively studied as some contemporaries, his work is the subject of academic inquiry concerning American literature, nature writing, and the Gilded Age/Progressive Era literary scene.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Possible readings of the work: His work can be read as an affirmation of traditional Christian values, a celebration of the restorative power of nature, and an exploration of the individual's moral journey. His stories often offer allegorical meanings. Philosophical and existential themes: Themes of purpose, meaning, the search for the divine in nature, and the importance of living a virtuous life are central. He offers a comforting, faith-based perspective on existence. Controversies or critical debates: While generally well-regarded, some later critics might view his overt moralizing or traditionalism as dated or overly sentimental. However, he is widely appreciated for his craftsmanship and sincere message.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Lesser-known aspects of personality: Despite his public roles, he was known to be a passionate angler, finding deep personal solace and inspiration in fishing. This pursuit was not just a hobby but a way of life that informed his writing. Contradictions between life and work: There are few perceived contradictions; his life and work were remarkably consistent in their articulation of his faith, love for nature, and belief in virtuous living. Significant or anecdotal episodes that illuminate the author’s profile: His eloquent speeches during WWI, which rallied national spirit, showcase his role as a public intellectual and patriot. His deep connection to the outdoors, often recounted in his essays, reveals a more personal, introspective side. Objects, places, or rituals associated with poetic creation: He was strongly associated with the natural world, particularly rivers, forests, and fishing spots, which served as his muse and writing retreats. He often wrote in a simple, reflective manner, inspired by his surroundings. Writing habits: He was a disciplined writer, balancing his public duties with his creative output. His essays often stemmed from personal reflections during his time spent in nature. Curious episodes: His story "The First Christmas Tree" (1897) is also a beloved Christmas classic, rivaling "The Other Wise Man" in its enduring appeal. Manuscripts, diaries, or correspondence: His extensive correspondence and manuscripts are preserved in various university archives, offering insights into his literary process and personal life.

Death and memory

Circumstances of death: Died of a heart attack at his home in Princeton, New Jersey. Posthumous publications: His collected works have been published in various editions. Selections of his writings continue to be published in anthologies and collections of American literature.

Poems

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Work

Work


Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,
"This is my work; my blessing, not my doom;
"Of all who live, I am the one by whom
"This work can best be done in the right way."


Then shall I see it not too great, nor small,
To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;
Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours,
And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall
At eventide, to play and love and rest,
Because I know for me my work is best.
336

Without Disguise

Without Disguise

If I have erred in showing all my heart,
And lost your favour by a lack of pride;
If standing like a beggar at your side
With naked feet, I have forgot the art
Of those who bargain well in passion's mart,
And win the thing they want by what they hide;
Be mine the fault as mine the hope denied,
Be mine the lover's and the loser's part.


The sin, if sin it was, I do repent,
And take the penance on myself alone;
Yet after I have borne the punishment,
I shall not fear to stand before the throne
Of Love with open heart, and make this plea:
"At least I have not lied to her nor Thee!"
347

Victor Hugo

Victor Hugo

Heart of France for a hundred years,
Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong,
Quick to throb with her hopes and fears,
Fierce to flame with her sense of wrong!
You, who hailed with a morning song
Dream-light gilding a throne of old:
You, who turned when the dream grew cold,
Singing still, to the light that shone
Pure from Liberty's ancient throne,
Over the human throng!
You, who dared in the dark eclipse,--
When the pygmy heir of a giant name
Dimmed the face of the land with shame,--
Speak the truth with indignant lips,
Call him little whom men called great,
Scoff at him, scorn him, deny him,
Point to the blood on his robe of state,
Fling back his bribes and defy him!


You, who fronted the waves of fate
As you faced the sea from your island home,
Exiled, yet with a soul elate,
Sending songs o'er the rolling foam,
Bidding the heart of man to wait
For the day when all should see
Floods of wrath from the frowning skies
Fall on an Empire founded in lies,
And France again be free!
You, who came in the Terrible Year
Swiftly back to your broken land,
Now to your heart a thousand times more dear,--
Prayed for her, sung to her, fought for her,
Patiently, fervently wrought for her,
Till once again,
After the storm of fear and pain,
High in the heavens the star of France stood clear!


You, who knew that a man must take
Good and ill with a steadfast soul,
Holding fast, while the billows roll
Over his head, to the things that make
Life worth living for great and small,--
Honour and pity and truth,
The heart and the hope of youth,
And the good God over all!
You, to whom work was rest,
Dauntless Toiler of the Sea,
Following ever the joyful quest
Of beauty on the shores of old Romance,
Bard of the poor of France,
And warrior-priest of world-wide charity!



You who loved little children best
Of all the poets that ever sung,
Great heart, golden heart,
Old, and yet ever young,
Minstrel of liberty,
Lover of all free, winged things,
Now at last you are free,--
Your soul has its wings!
Heart of France for a hundred years,
Floating far in the light that never fails you,
Over the turmoil of mortal hopes and fears
Victor, forever victor, the whole world hails you!
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Twilight in the Alps

Twilight in the Alps

I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair
And dewy feet, along the Alpine dells
To lead the cattle forth. A thousand bells
Go chiming after her across the fair
And flowery uplands, while the rosy flare
Of sunset on the snowy mountain dwells,
And valleys darken, and the drowsy spells
Of peace are woven through the purple air.


Dear is the magic of this hour: she seems
To walk before the dark by falling rills,
And lend a sweeter song to hidden streams;
She opens all the doors of night, and fills
With moving bells the music of my dreams,
That wander far among the sleeping hills.
316

Undine

Undine


'T was far away and long ago,
When I was but a dreaming boy,
This fairy tale of love and woe
Entranced my heart with tearful joy;
And while with white Undine I wept,
Your spirit, -- ah, how strange it seems, --
Was cradled in some star, and slept,
Unconscious of her coming dreams.
345

To James Whitcomb Riley

To James Whitcomb Riley

On his "Book of Joyous Children"

Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers;
Joyous children delight to play there;
Weary men find rest in its bowers,
Watching the lingering light of day there.


Old-time tunes and young love's laughter
Ripple and run among the roses;
Memory's echoes, murmuring after,
Fill the dusk when the long day closes.


Simple songs with a cadence olden--
These you learned in the Forest of Arden:
Friendly flowers with hearts all golden--
These you borrowed from Eden's garden.


This is the reason why all men love you;
Truth to life is the charm of art:
Other poets may soar above you--
You keep close to the human heart.
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Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

I

BIRTHDAY VERSES

Dear Aldrich, now November's mellow days
Have brought another Festa round to you,
You can't refuse a loving-cup of praise
From friends the fleeting years have bound to you.


Here come your Marjorie Daw, your dear Bad Boy,
Prudence, and Judith the Bethulian,
And many more, to wish you birthday joy,
And sunny hours, and sky caerulean!


Your children all, they hurry to your den,
With wreaths of honour they have won for you,
To merry-make your threescore years and ten.
You, old? Why, life has just begun for you!


There's many a reader whom your silver songs
And crystal stories cheer in loneliness.
What though the newer writers come in throngs?
You're sure to keep your charm of only-ness.


You do your work with careful, loving touch, --
An artist to the very core of you, --
You know the magic spell of "not-too-much ":
We read, -- and wish that there was more of you.


And more there is: for while we love your books
Because their subtle skill is part of you;
We love you better, for our friendship looks
Behind them to the human heart of you.


November 24, 1906.


II


MEMORIAL SONNET


THIS is the house where little Aldrich read
The early pages of Life's wonder-book:
With boyish pleasure, in this ingle-nook
He watched the drift-wood fire of Fancy spread
Bright colours on the pictures, blue and red:
Boy-like he skipped the longer words, and took
His happy way, with searching, dreamful look
Among the deeper things more simply said.


Then, came his turn to write: and still the flame
Of Fancy played through all the tales he told,



And still he won the laurelled poet's fame
With simple words wrought into rhymes of gold.
Look, here's the face to which this house is frame, --
A man too wise to let his heart grow old!
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The Window

The Window

All night long, by a distant bell,
The passing hours were notched
On the dark, while her breathing rose and fell,
And the spark of life I watched
In her face was glowing or fading, -- who could tell? --
And the open window of the room,
With a flare of yellow light,
Was peering out into the gloom,
Like an eye that searched the night.


Oh, what do you see in the dark, little window, and why do you fear?
"I see that the garden is crowded with creeping forms of fear:
Little white ghosts in the locust-tree, that wave in the night-wind's breath,
And low in the leafy laurels the larking shadow of death."


Sweet, clear notes of a waking bird
Told of the passing away
Of the dark, -- and my darling may have heard;
For she smiled in her sleep, while the ray
Of the rising dawn spoke joy without a word,
Till the splendor born in the east outburned
The yellow lamplight, pale and thin,
And the open window slowly turned
To the eye of the morning, looking in.


Oh, what do you see in the room, little window, that makes you so bright?
"I see that a child is asleep on her pillow, soft and white,
With the rose of life on her tips, and the breath of life in her breast,
And the arms of God around her as she quietly takes her rest."
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The White Bees

The White Bees

I

LEGEND

Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus,
youngest of the shepherds,
Saying, "I will make you keeper of my bees."
Golden were the hives, and golden was the honey;
golden, too, the music,
Where the honey-makers hummed among the trees.


Happy Aristæus loitered in the garden, wandered
in the orchard,
Careless and contented, indolent and free;
Lightly took his labour, lightly took his pleasure,
till the fated moment
When across his pathway came Eurydice.


Then her eyes enkindled burning love within him;
drove him wild with longing,
For the perfect sweetness of her flower-like face;
Eagerly he followed, while she fled before him,
over mead and mountain,
On through field and forest, in a breathless race.


But the nymph, in flying, trod upon a serpent;
like a dream she vanished;
Pluto's chariot bore her down among the dead;
Lonely Aristæus, sadly home returning, found his
garden empty,
All the hives deserted, all the music fled.


Mournfully bewailing, -- "ah, my honey-makers,
where have you departed?" --
Far and wide he sought them, over sea and shore;
Foolish is the tale that says he ever found them,
brought them home in triumph,
Joys that once escape us fly for evermore.


Yet I dream that somewhere, clad in downy
whiteness, dwell the honey-makers,
In aerial gardens that no mortal sees:
And at times returning, lo, they flutter round us,
gathering mystic harvest,
So I weave the legend of the long-lost bees.


II


THE SWARMING OF THE BEES


I



WHO can tell the hiding of the white bees' nest?
Who can trace the guiding of their swift home flight?
Far would be his riding on a life-long quest:
Surely ere it ended would his beard grow white.


Never in the coming of the rose-red Spring,
Never in the passing of the wine-red Fall,
May you hear the humming of the white bee's wing
Murmur o'er the meadow, ere the night bells call.


Wait till winter hardens in the cold grey sky,
Wait till leaves are fallen and the brooks all freeze,
Then above the gardens where the dead flowers lie,
Swarm the merry millions of the wild white bees.


II


Out of the high-built airy hive,
Deep in the clouds that veil the sun,
Look how the first of the swarm arrive;
Timidly venturing, one by one,
Down through the tranquil air,
Wavering here and there,
Large, and lazy in flight, --
Caught by a lift of the breeze,
Tangled among the naked trees, --
Dropping then, without a sound,
Feather-white, feather-light,
To their rest on the ground.


III


Thus the swarming is begun.
Count the leaders, every one
Perfect as a perfect star
Till the slow descent is done.
Look beyond them, see how far
Down the vistas dim and grey,
Multitudes are on the way.
Now a sudden brightness
Dawns within the sombre day,
Over fields of whiteness;
And the sky is swiftly alive
With the flutter and the flight
Of the shimmering bees, that pour
From the hidden door of the hive
Till you can count no more.



IV


Now on the branches of hemlock and pine
Thickly they settle and cluster and swing,
Bending them low; and the trellised vine
And the dark elm-boughs are traced with a line
Of beauty wherever the white bees cling.
Now they are hiding the wrecks of the flowers,
Softly, softly, covering all,
Over the grave of the summer hours
Spreading a silver pall.
Now they are building the broad roof ledge,
Into a cornice smooth and fair,
Moulding the terrace, from edge to edge,
Into the sweep of a marble stair.
Wonderful workers, swift and dumb,
Numberless myriads, still they come,
Thronging ever faster, faster, faster!
Where is their queen? Who is their master?
The gardens are faded, the fields are frore,
How will they fare in a world so bleak?
Where is the hidden honey they seek?
What is the sweetness they toil to store
In the desolate day, where no blossoms gleam?
Forgetfulness and a dream!


V


But now the fretful wind awakes;
I hear him girding at the trees;
He strikes the bending boughs, and shakes
The quiet clusters of the bees
To powdery drift;
He tosses them away,
He drives them like spray;
He makes them veer and shift
Around his blustering path.
In clouds blindly whirling,
In rings madly swirling,
Full of crazy wrath,
So furious and fast they fly
They blur the earth and blot the sky
In wild, white mirk.
They fill the air with frozen wings
And tiny, angry, icy stings;
They blind the eyes, and choke the breath,
They dance a maddening dance of death
Around their work,
Sweeping the cover from the hill,
Heaping the hollows deeper still,
Effacing every line and mark,



And swarming, storming in the dark
Through the long night;
Until, at dawn, the wind lies down,
Weary of fight.
The last torn cloud, with trailing gown,
Passes the open gates of light;
And the white bees are lost in flight.


VI


Look how the landscape glitters wide and still,
Bright with a pure surprise!
The day begins with joy, and all past ill,
Buried in white oblivion, lies
Beneath the snowdrifts under crystal skies.
New hope, new love, new life, new cheer,
Flow in the sunrise beam,--
The gladness of Apollo when he sees,
Upon the bosom of the wintry year,
The honey-harvest of his wild white bees,
Forgetfulness and a dream!


III


LEGEND


LISTEN, my beloved, while the silver morning,
like a tranquil vision,
Fills the world around us and our hearts with peace;
Quiet is the close of Aristæus' legend, happy is
the ending --
Listen while I tell you how he found release.


Many months he wandered far away in sadness,
desolately thinking
Only of the vanished joys he could not find;
Till the great Apollo, pitying his shepherd, loosed
him from the burden
Of a dark, reluctant, backward-looking mind.


Then he saw around him all the changeful beauty
of the changing seasons,
In the world-wide regions where his journey lay;
Birds that sang to cheer him, flowers that bloomed
beside him, stars that shone to guide him, -Traveller's
joy was plenty all along the way!


Everywhere he journeyed strangers made him
welcome, listened while he taught them



Secret lore of field and forest he had learned:
How to train the vines and make the olives fruitful;
how to guard the sheepfolds;
How to stay the fever when the dog-star burned.


Friendliness and blessing followed in his footsteps;
richer were the harvests,
Happier the dwellings, wheresoe'er he came;
Little children loved him, and he left behind him,
in the hour of parting,
Memories of kindness and a god-like name.


So he travelled onward, desolate no longer,
patient in his seeking,
Reaping all the wayside comfort of his quest;
Till at last in Thracia, high upon Mount Hæmus,
far from human dwelling,
Weary Aristæus laid him down to rest.


Then the honey-makers, clad in downy whiteness,
fluttered soft around him,
Wrapt him in a dreamful slumber pure and deep.
This is life, beloved: first a sheltered garden,
then a troubled journey,
Joy and pain of seeking, -- and at last we sleep!
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The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens

The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens

This is the soldier brave enough to tell
The glory-dazzled world that `war is hell':
Lover of peace, he looks beyond the strife,
And rides through hell to save his country's life.
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