The Poems of Henry Van Dyke | Page 6

Blue above,
You to love,
Purely, purely, purely._
There's wild azalea on the hill, and iris down the dell,?And just one spray of lilac still abloom beside the well; The columbine adorns the rocks, the laurel buds grow pink, Along the stream white arums gleam, and violets bend to drink.
This is the song of the Yellow-throat,?Fluttering gaily beside you;?Hear how each voluble note
Offers to guide you:
_Which way, sir?
I say, sir,
Let me teach you,
I beseech you!
Are you wishing
Jolly fishing?
This way, sir!
I'll teach you._
Then come, my friend, forget your foes and leave your fears behind, And wander forth to try your luck, with cheerful, quiet mind; For be your fortune great or small, you take what God will give, And all the day your heart will say, "'Tis luck enough to live."
This is the song the Brown Thrush flings?Out of his thicket of roses;?Hark how it bubbles and rings,
Mark how it closes:
_Luck, luck,
What luck?
Good enough for me,
I'm alive, you see!
Sun shining,
No repining;
Never borrow
Idle sorrow;
Drop it!
Cover it up!
Hold your cup!
Joy will fill it,
Don't spill it,
Steady, be ready,
Good luck!_
1899.
THE RUBY-CROWNED KINGLET
I
Where's your kingdom, little king??Where the land you call your own,?Where your palace and your throne??Fluttering lightly on the wing?Through the blossom-world of May,?Whither lies your royal way,
Little king?
_Far to northward lies a land?Where the trees together stand?Closely as the blades of wheat?When the summer is complete.?Rolling like an ocean wide?Over vale and mountainside,?Balsam, hemlock, spruce and pine,--?All those mighty trees are mine.?There's a river flowing free,--?All its waves belong to me.?There's a lake so clear and bright?Stars shine out of it all night;?Rowan-berries round it spread?Like a belt of coral red.?Never royal