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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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America for Me

'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.


So it's home again, and home again, America for me!
My heart is turning home again and there I long to be,
In the land of youth and freedom, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.


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.


I like the German fir-woods in green battalions drilled;
I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing foutains filled;
But, oh, to take your had, my dear, and ramble for a day
In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her sway!


I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack!
The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.
But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free--
We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.


Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me!
I want a ship that's westward bound to plough the rolling sea,
To the blessed Land of Room Enough, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
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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

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.
345

A Prayer for a Mother's Birthday

Lord Jesus, Thou hast known
A mother's love and tender care:
And Thou wilt hear, while for my own
Mother most dear I make this birthday prayer.


Protect her life, I pray,
Who gave the gift of life to me;
And may she know, from day to day,
The deepening glow of Life that comes from Thee.


As once upon her breast
Fearless and well content I lay,
So let her heart, on Thee at rest,
Feel fears depart and troubles fade away.


Her every wish fulfill;
And even if Thou must refuse
In anything, let Thy wise will
A comfort bring such as kind mothers use.


Ah, hold her by the hand,
As once her hand held mine;
And though she may not understand
Life's winding way, lead her in peace divine.


I cannot pay my debt
For all the love that she has given;
But Thou, love's Lord, wilt not forget
Her due reward,--bless her in earth and heaven.
343

Robert Browning

How blind the toil that burrows like the mole,
In winding graveyard pathways underground,
For Browning's lineage! What if men have found
Poor footmen or rich merchants on the roll
Of his forbears? Did they beget his soul?
Nay, for he came of ancestry renowned
Through all the world, -- the poets laurel-crowned
With wreaths from which the autumn takes no toll.


The blazons on his coat-of-arms are these:
The flaming sign of Shelley's heart on fire,
The golden globe of Shakespeare's human stage,
The staff and scrip of Chaucer's pilgrimage,
The rose of Dante's deep, divine desire,
The tragic mask of wise Euripides.
341

The Black Birds

I

Once, only once, I saw it clear, --
That Eden every human heart has dreamed
A hundred times, but always far away!
Ah, well do I remember how it seemed,
Through the still atmosphere
Of that enchanted day,
To lie wide open to my weary feet:
A little land of love and joy and rest,
With meadows of soft green,
Rosy with cyclamen, and sweet
With delicate breath of violets unseen, --
And, tranquil 'mid the bloom
As if it waited for a coming guest,
A little house of peace and joy and love
Was nested like a snow-white dove


From the rough mountain where I stood,
Homesick for happiness,
Only a narrow valley and a darkling wood
To cross, and then the long distress
Of solitude would be forever past, --
I should be home at last.
But not too soon! oh, let me linger here
And feed my eyes, hungry with sorrow,
On all this loveliness, so near,
And mine to-morrow!


Then, from the wood, across the silvery blue,
A dark bird flew,
Silent, with sable wings.
Close in his wake another came, --
Fragments of midnight floating through
The sunset flame, --
Another and another, weaving rings
Of blackness on the primrose sky, --
Another, and another, look, a score,
A hundred, yes, a thousand rising heavily
From that accursed, dumb, and ancient wood, --
They boiled into the lucid air
Like smoke from some deep caldron of despair!
And more, and more, and ever more,
The numberless, ill-omened brood,
Flapping their ragged plumes,
Possessed the landscape and the evening light
With menaces and glooms.
Oh, dark, dark, dark they hovered o'er the place
Where once I saw the little house so white
Amid the flowers, covering every trace
Of beauty from my troubled sight, --
And suddenly it was night!



II


At break of day I crossed the wooded vale;
And while the morning made
A trembling light among the tree-tops pale,
I saw the sable birds on every limb,
Clinging together closely in the shade,
And croaking placidly their surly hymn.
But, oh, the little land of peace and love
That those night-loving wings had poised above, --
Where was it gone?
Lost, lost forevermore!
Only a cottage, dull and gray,
In the cold light of dawn,
With iron bars across the door:
Only a garden where the withering heads
Of flowers, presaging decay,
Hung over barren beds:
Only a desolate field that lay
Untilled beneath the desolate day, --
Where Eden seemed to bloom I found but these!
So, wondering, I passed along my way,
With anger in my heart, too deep for words,
Against that grove of evil-sheltering trees,
And the black magic of the croaking birds.
343

Inscriptions for a Friend's House

THE HOUSE

The cornerstone in Truth is laid,
The guardian walls of Honour made,
The roof of Faith is built above,
The fire upon the hearth is Love:
Though rains descend and loud winds call,
This happy house shall never fall.


THE DOORSTEAD


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.


THE HEARTHSTONE


When the logs are burning free,
Then the fire is full of glee:
When each heart gives out its best,
Then the talk is full of zest:
Light your fire and never fear,
Life was made for love and cheer.


THE SUN-DIAL


Time can never take
What Time did not give;
When my shadows have all passed,
You shall live.
339

The Proud Lady

When Stiivoren town was in its prime
And queened the Zuyder Zee,
Its ships went out to every clime
With costly merchantry.


A lady dwelt in that rich town,
The fairest in all the land;
She walked abroad in a velvet gown,
With many rings on her hand.


Her hair was bright as the beaten gold,
Her lips as coral red,
Her roving eyes were blue and bold,
And her heart with pride was fed.


For she was proud of her father's ships,
As she watched them gayly pass;
And pride looked out of her eyes and lips
When she saw herself in the glass.


"Now come," she said to the captains ten,
Who were ready to put to sea,
"Ye are all my men and my father's men,
And what will ye do for me?"


"Go north and south, go east and west,
And get me gifts," she said.
"And he who bringeth me home the best,
With that man will I wed."


So they all fared forth, and sought with care
In many a famous mart,
For satins and silks and jewels rare,
To win that lady's heart.


She looked at them all with never a thought,
And careless put them by;
"I am not fain of the things ye brought,
Enough of these have I."


The last that came was the head of the fleet,
His name was Jan Borel;
He bent his knee at the lady's feet,--
In truth he loved her well.


"I've brought thee home the best i' the world,
A shipful of Danzig corn!"
She stared at him long; her red lips curled,
Her blue eyes filled with scorn.


"Now out on thee, thou feckless kerl,
A loon thou art," she said.



"Am I a starving beggar girl?
Shall I ever lack for bread?"


"Go empty all thy sacks of grain
Into the nearest sea,
And never show thy face again
To make a mock of me."


Then Jan Borel, he hoisted sail,
And out to sea he bore;
He passed the Helder in a gale
And came again no more.


But the grains of corn went drifting down
Like devil-scattered seed,
To sow the harbor of the town
With a wicked growth of weed.


The roots were thick and the silt and sand
Were gathered day by day,
Till not a furlong out from land
A shoal had barred the way.


Then Stavoren town saw evil years,
No ships could out or in,
The boats lay rotting at the piers,
And the mouldy grain in the bin.


The grass-grown streets were all forlorn,
The town in ruin stood,
The lady's velvet gown was torn,
Her rings were sold for food.


Her father had perished long ago,
But the lady held her pride,
She walked with a scornful step and slow,
Till at last in her rags she died.


Yet still on the crumbling piers of the town,
When the midnight moon shines free,
woman walks in a velvet gown
And scatters corn in the sea.
340

Light Between the Trees

Long, long, long the trail
Through the brooding forest-gloom,
Down the shadowy, lonely vale
Into silence, like a room
Where the light of life has fled,
And the jealous curtains close
Round the passionless repose
Of the silent dead.


Plod, plod, plod away,
Step by step in mouldering moss;
Thick branches bar the day
Over languid streams that cross
Softly, slowly, with a sound
In their aimless creeping
Like a smothered weeping,
Through the enchanted ground.


"Yield, yield, yield thy quest,"
Whispers through the woodland deep;
"Come to me and be at rest;
"I am slumber, I am sleep."
Then the weary feet would fail,
But the never-daunted will
Urges "Forward, forward still!
"Press along the trail!"


Breast, breast, breast the slope!
See, the path is growing steep.
Hark! a little song of hope
When the stream begins to leap.
Though the forest, far and wide,
Still shuts out the bending blue,
We shall finally win through,
Cross the long divide.


On, on, onward tramp!
Will the journey never end?
Over yonder lies the camp;
Welcome waits us there, my friend.
Can we reach it ere the night?
Upward, upward, never fear!
Look, the summit must be near;
See the line of light!


Red, red, red the shine
Of the splendour in the west,
Glowing through the ranks of pine,
Clear along the mountain-crest!
Long, long, long the trail
Out of sorrow's lonely vale;
But at last the traveller sees



Light between the trees!
338

The Oxford Thrushes

FEBRUARY, 1917

I never thought again to hear
The Oxford thrushes singing clear,
Amid the February rain,
Their sweet, indomitable strain.


A wintry vapor lightly spreads
Among the trees, and round the beds
Where daffodil and jonquil sleep,
Only the snowdrop wakes to weep.


It is not springtime yet. Alas,
What dark, tempestuous days must pass,
Till England's trial by battle cease,
And summer comes again with peace.


The lofty halls, the tranquil towers,
Where Learning in untroubled hours
Held her high court, serene in fame,
Are lovely still, yet not the same.


The novices in fluttering gown
No longer fill the ancient town,
But fighting men in khaki drest--
And in the Schools the wounded rest.


Ah, far away, 'neath stranger skies
Full many a son of Oxford lies,
And whispers from his warrior grave,
"I died to keep the faith you gave."


The mother mourns, but does not fail,
Her courage and her love prevail
O'er sorrow, and her spirit hears
The promise of triumphant years.


Then sing, ye thrushes, in the rain
Your sweet indomitable strain.
Ye bring a word from God on high
And voices in our hearts reply.
336

Ameria's Welcome Home

Oh, gallantly they fared forth in khaki and in blue,
America's crusading host of warriors bold and true;
They battled for the rights of man beside our brave Allies,
And now they're coming home to us with glory in their eyes.


Oh, it's home again, and home again, America for me!
Our hearts are turning home again and there we long to be,
In our beautiful big country beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.


Our boys have seen the Old World as none have seen before.
They know the grisly horror of the German gods of war:
The noble faith of Britain and the hero-heart of France,
The soul of Belgium's fortitude and Italy's romance.


They bore our country's great word across the rolling sea,
'America swears brotherhood with all the just and free.'
They wrote that word victorious on fields of mortal strife,
And many a valiant lad was proud to seal it with his life.


Oh, welcome home in Heaven's peace, dear spirits of the dead!
And welcome home ye living sons America hath bred!
The lords of war are beaten down, your glorious task is done;
You fought to make the whole world free, and the victory is won.


Now it's home again, and home again, our hearts are turning west,
Of all the lands beneath the sun America is best.
We're going home to our own folks, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars.
335

Hide and Seek

All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still,
All the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the hill;
Through the noonday silence, down the woods of June,
Hark, a little hunter's voice comes running with a tune.
"Hide and seek!
"When I speak,
"You must answer me:
"Call again,
"Merry men,
"Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!"


Now I hear his footsteps, rustling through the grass:
Hidden in my leafy nook, shall I let him pass?
Just a low, soft whistle,--quick the hunter turns,
Leaps upon me laughing, rolls me in the ferns.
"Hold him fast,
"Caught at last!
"Now you're it, you see.
"Hide your eye,
"Till I cry,
"Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!"


II


Long ago he left me, long and long ago:
Now I wander through the world and seek him high and low;
Hidden safe and happy, in some pleasant place,--
Ah, if I could hear his voice, I soon should find his face.
Far away,
Many a day,
Where can Barney be?
Answer, dear,
Don't you hear?
Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!


Birds that in the spring-time thrilled his heart with joy,
Flowers he loved to pick for me, mind me of my boy.
Surely he is waiting till my steps come nigh;
Love may hide itself awhile, but love can never die.
Heart, be glad,
The little lad
Will call some day to thee:
"Father dear,
"Heaven is here,
"Coo-ee, coo-ee, coo-ee!"
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