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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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Liberty Enlightening the World

Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhatten Bay,
The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean away:
Thine eyes at last look far and clear, thou liftest high thy hand
To spread the light of liberty world-wide for every land.


No more thou dreamest of a peace reserved alone for thee,
While friends are fighting for thy cause beyond the guardian sea:
The battle that they wage is thine; thou fallest if they fall;
The swollen flood of Prussian pride will sweep unchecked o'er all.


O cruel is the conquer-lust in Hohenzollern brains;
The paths they plot to gain their goal are dark with shameful stains:
No faith they keep, no law revere, no god but naked Might; --
They are the foemen of mankind. Up, Liberty, and smite!


Britain, and France, and Italy, and Russia newly born,
Have waited for thee in the night. Oh, come as comes the morn.
Serene and strong and full of faith, America, arise,
With steady hope and mighty help to join th brave Allies.


O dearest country of my heart, home of the high desire,
Make clean thy soul for sacrifice on Freedom's altar-fire:
For thou must suffer, thou must fight, until the warlords cease,
And all the peoples lift their heads in liberty and peace.
324

The Ancestral Dwelling

Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America,
Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal splendour;
These are the homes that were built by the brave beginners of a nation,
They are simple enough to be great, and full of a friendly dignity.


I love the old white farmhouses nestled in New England valleys,
Ample and long and low, with elm-trees feathering over them:
Borders of box in the yard, and lilacs, and old-fashioned Howers,
A fan-light above the door, and little square panes in the windows,
The wood-shed piled with maple and birch and hickory ready for winter,
The gambrel-roof with its garret crowded with household relics, --
All the tokens of prudent thrift and the spirit of self-reliance.


I love the look of the shingled houses that front the ocean;
Their backs are bowed, and their lichened sides are weather-beaten;
Soft in their colour as grey pearls, they are full of patience and courage.
They seem to grow out of the rocks, there is something indomitable about them:
Facing the briny wind in a lonely land they stand undaunted,
While the thin blue line of smoke from the square-built chimney rises,
Telling of shelter for man, with room for a hearth and a cradle.


I love the stately southern mansions with their tall white columns,
They look through avenues of trees, over fields where the cotton is growing;
I can see the flutter of white frocks along their shady porches,
Music and laughter float from the windows, the yards are full of hounds and horses.
They have all ridden away, yet the houses have not forgotten,
They are proud of their name and place, and their doors are always open,
For the thing they remember best is the pride of their ancient hospitality.


In the towns I love the discreet and tranquil Quaker dwellings,
With their demure brick faces and immaculate white-stone doorsteps;
And the gabled houses of the Dutch, with their high stoops and iron railings,
(I can see their little brass knobs shining in the morning sunlight);
And the solid houses of the descendants of the Puritans,
Fronting the street with their narrow doors and dormer-windows;
And the triple-galleried, many-pillared mansions of Charleston,
Standing sideways in their gardens full of roses and magnolias.


Yes, they are all dear to my heart, and in my eyes they are beautiful;
For under their roofs were nourished the thoughts that have made the nation;
The glory and strength of America came from her ancestral dwellings.
324

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.
319

Gratitude

"Do you give thanks for this? -- or that?"
No, God be thanked
I am not grateful
In that cold, calculating way, with blessing ranked
As one, two, three, and four, -- that would be hateful.


I only know that every day brings good above"
My poor deserving;
I only feel that, in the road of Life, true Love
Is leading me along and never swerving.


Whatever gifts and mercies in my lot may fall,
I would not measure
As worth a certain price in praise, or great or small;
But take and use them all with simple pleasure.


For when we gladly eat our daily bread, we bless
The Hand that feeds us;
And when we tread the road of Life in cheerfulness,
Our very heart-beats praise the Love that leads us.
316

Autumn in the Garden

When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark
Makes its mark
On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves
Over fallen leaves;
Then my olden garden, where the golden soil
Through the toil
Of a hundred years is mellow, rich, and deep,
Whispers in its sleep.


'Mid the crumpled beds of marigold and phlox,
Where the box
Borders with its glossy green the ancient walks,
There's a voice that talks
Of the human hopes that bloomed and withered here
Year by year,--
Dreams of joy, that brightened all the labouring hours,
Fading as the flowers.


Yet the whispered story does not deepen grief;
But relief
For the loneliness of sorrow seems to flow
From the Long-Ago,
When I think of other lives that learned, like mine,
To resign,
And remember that the sadness of the fall
Comes alike to all.


What regrets, what longings for the lost were theirs!
And what prayers
For the silent strength that nerves us to endure
Things we cannot cure!
Pacing up and down the garden where they paced,
I have traced
All their well-worn paths of patience, till I find
Comfort in my mind.


Faint and far away their ancient griefs appear:
Yet how near
Is the tender voice, the careworn, kindly face,
Of the human race!
Let us walk together in the garden, dearest heart,
Not apart!
They who know the sorrows other lives have known
Never walk alone.
316

National Monuments

Count not the cost of honour to the dead!
The tribute that a mighty nation pays
To those who loved her well in former days
Means more than gratitude for glories fled;
For every noble man that she hath bred,
Lives in the bronze and marble that we raise,
Immortalized by art's immortal praise,
To lead our sons as he our fathers led.


These monuments of manhood strong and high
Do more than forts or battle-ships to keep
Our dear-bought liberty. They fortify
The heart of youth with valour wise and deep;
They build eternal bulwarks, and command
Eternal strength to guard our native land.
313

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!
306

Longfellow

In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour
and riches and confusion,
Where there were many running to and fro, and
shouting, and striving together,
In the midst of the hurry and the troubled noise,
I heard the voice of one singing.


"What are you doing there, O man, singing
quietly amid all this tumult?
This is the time for new inventions, mighty
shoutings, and blowings of the trumpet."
But he answered, "I am only shepherding my
sheep with music."


So he went along his chosen way, keeping his
little flock around him;
And he paused to listen, now and then, beside
the antique fountains,
Where the faces of forgotten gods were refreshed
with musically falling waters;


Or he sat for a while at the blacksmith's door,
and heard the cling-clang of the anvils;
Or he rested beneath old steeples full of bells,
that showered their chimes upon him;
Or he walked along the border of the sea,
drinking in the long roar of the billows;


Or he sunned himself in the pine-scented shipyard,
amid the tattoo of the mallets;
Or he leaned on the rail of the bridge, letting
his thoughts flow with the whispering river;
He hearkened also to ancient tales, and made
them young again with his singing.


Then a flaming arrow of death fell on his flock,
and pierced the heart of his dearest!
Silent the music now, as the shepherd entered
the mystical temple of sorrow:
Long he tarried in darkness there: but when he
came out he was singing.


And I saw the faces of men and women and
children silently turning toward him;
The youth setting out on the journey of life, and
the old man waiting beside the last mile-stone;
The toiler sweating beneath his load; and the
happy mother rocking her cradle;


The lonely sailor on far-off seas; and the greyminded
scholar in his book-room;
The mill-hand bound to a clacking machine; and



the hunter in the forest;
And the solitary soul hiding friendless in the
wilderness of the city;


Many human faces, full of care and longing, were
drawn irresistibly toward him,
By the charm of something known to every heart,
yet very strange and lovely,
And at the sound of that singing wonderfully
all their faces were lightened.


"Why do you listen, O you people, to this old
and world-worn music?
This is not for you, in the splendour of a new
age, in the democratic triumph!
Listen to the clashing cymbals, the big drums, the
brazen trumpets of your poets."


But the people made no answer, following in
their hearts the simpler music:
For it seemed to them, noise-weary, nothing
could be better worth the hearing
Than the melodies which brought sweet order
into life's confusion.


So the shepherd sang his way along, until he
came unto a mountain:
And I know not surely whether it was called
Parnassus,
But he climbed it out of sight, and still I heard
the voice of one singing.
303

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.
301

Departure

Oh, why are you shining so bright, big Sun,
And why is the garden so gay?
Do you know that my days of delight are done,
Do you know I am going away?
If you covered your face with a cloud, I 'd dream
You were sorry for me in my pain,
And the heads of the flowers all bowed would seem
To be weeping with me in the rain.


But why is your head so low, sweet heart,
And why are your eyes overcast?
Are they clouded because you know we must part,
Do you think this embrace is our last?
Then kiss me again, and again, and again,
Look up as you bid me good-bye!
For your face is too dear for the stain of a tear,
And your smile is the sun in my sky.
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