A Ballad of Santa Claus, by Henry Van Dyke
Among the earliest saints of old, before the first Hegira,
I find the one whose name we hold, ...
Poems by Henry Van Dyke
The Grand Canyon, by Henry Van Dyke
DAYBREAK What makes the lingering Night so cling to thee?
Thou vast, profound, primeval hidin...
Texas, by Henry Van Dyke
I THE WILD BEES All along the Brazos river,
All along the Colorado,
In the valleys and the l...