

To the dear memory of: Bernard Van Dyke (Birth: Aug. 26, 1887; Death: Mar. 29, 1897). Henry Jackson van Dyke (November 10, 1852 - April 10, 1933) was an American author, educator, and clergyman. *Biography* Henry van Dyke was born on November 10, 1852, in Germantown, Pennsylvania...






Henry Van Dyke (November 10, 1852-April 10 1933) was an American poet, short story writer, educator, clergyman and diplomat. He is famous for his poetry and stories with a religious flavor.


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Sometimes short stories are brought together like parcels in a basket. Sometimes they grow together like blossoms on a bush. Then, of course, they really belong to one another, because they have the same life in them.

Henry Jackson van Dyke was an American author, educator, and clergyman. Among his popular writings are the two Christmas stories, "The Other Wise Man" (1896) and "The First Christmas Tree" (1897). Various religious themes of his work are also expressed in his poetry, hymns and...


"The Blue Flower" by Henry van Dyke presents a collection of short stories rich in allegory and symbolism. A cornerstone of literary fiction, this volume explores timeless themes through carefully crafted narratives. Van Dyke's stories, categorized as literary fiction and...

"The Blue Flower" by Henry van Dyke presents a collection of short stories rich in allegory and symbolism. A cornerstone of literary fiction, this volume explores timeless themes through carefully crafted narratives. Van Dyke's stories, categorized as literary fiction and...

The Blue Flower is a collection of interconnected stories that explores the search for happiness and meaning, symbolized by a mysterious Blue Flower. Through the experiences of a young boy and later a traveler, the narrative delves into themes of longing, beauty, and the pursuit...




The parents were abed and sleeping. The clock on the wall ticked loudly and lazily, as if ithad time to spare. Outside the rattling windows there was a restless, whispering wind. Theroom grew light, and dark, and wondrous light again, as the moon played hide-and-seekthrough the...