Poem: “Santa Christina” by Henry Van Dyke

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American Literature – Children Books – American Poetry – Henry Van DykePoems by Henry Van Dyke
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Santa Christina


Saints are God’s flowers, fragrant souls  That His own hand hath planted,Not in some far-off heavenly place,  Or solitude enchanted,But here and there and everywhere,—  In lonely field, or crowded town,  God sees a flower when He looks down.

Some wear the lily’s stainless white,  And some the rose of passion,And some the violet’s heavenly blue,  But each in its own fashion,With silent bloom and soft perfume,  Is praising Him who from above  Beholds each lifted face of love.

One such I knew,—and had the grace  To thank my God for knowing:The beauty of her quiet life  Was like a rose in blowing,So fair and sweet, so all-complete  And all unconscious, as a flower,  That light and fragrance were her dower.

No convent-garden held this rose,  Concealed like secret treasure;No royal terrace guarded her  For some sole monarch’s pleasure.She made her shrine, this saint of mine,  In a bright home where children played;  And there she wrought and there she prayed.

In sunshine, when the days were glad,  She had the art of keepingThe clearest rays, to give again  In days of rain and weeping;Her blessed heart could still impart  Some portion of its secret grace,  And charity shone in her face.

In joy she grew from year to year;  And sorrow made her sweeter;And every comfort, still more kind;  And every loss, completer.Her children came to love her name,—  “Christina,”—’twas a lip’s caress;  And when they called, they seemed to bless.

No more they call, for she is gone  Too far away to hear them;And yet they often breathe her name  As if she lingered near them;They cannot reach her with love’s speech,  But when they say “Christina” now  ‘Tis like a prayer or like a vow:

A vow to keep her life alive  In deeds of pure affection,So that her love shall find in them  A daily resurrection;A constant prayer that they may wear  Some touch of that supernal light  With which she blossoms in God’s sight.


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American Literature – Children Books – American Poetry – Henry Van DykePoems by Henry Van Dyke


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