The Poems of Henry Van Dyke eBook

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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!

March, 1902.

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 gray-minded 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 his singing wonderfully all their faces were
lightened.

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