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Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Let the thick curtain fall;I better know than allHow little I have gained,How vast the unattained.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is nature's boldest triumph told.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Thee lift me, and I lift thee, and together we ascend.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flowers.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
There was nothing left for the dollar, nothing except a cold, cruel end.Until, that is, the bank robbers burst into the back room. — T.R. Whittier
And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Bathsheba! to whom none ever said scat- No worthier cat Ever sat on a mat, Or caught a rat. Requiescat!
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Love hath never known a law beyond its own sweet will.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Truth is one;And, in all lands beneath the sun,
Whoso hath eyes to see may see
The tokens of its unity. — John Greenleaf Whittier
I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
My guilt is an ocean for me to drown in.
— Nicola Yoon
Beneath the winter's snow lie germs of summer flowers.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Waking or sleeping, I see a wreck,And hear a cry from a reeling deck! — John Greenleaf Whittier
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,Through showers the sunbeams fall;
For God, who loveth all His works,
Has left His hope with all! — John Greenleaf Whittier
A felon's cellThe fittest earthly type of hell! — John Greenleaf Whittier
Better heresy of doctrine than heresy of heart.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing, under the sky's gray arch. Smiling, I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing It is the wind of March.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
The great eventful Present hides the Past; but through the din Of its loud life hints and echoes from the life behind steal in.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
What is really momentous and all-important with us is the present, by which the future is shaped and colored.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Nature speaks in symbols and in signs.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing
Returns to you glad. — John Greenleaf Whittier
The Present, the Present is all thou hastFor thy sure possessing;
Like the patriarch's angel hold it fast
Till it gives its blessing. — John Greenleaf Whittier
Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
The hope of all who suffer, The dread of all who wrong.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
The good is always beautiful, the beautiful is good!
— John Greenleaf Whittier
If woman lost us Eden, such As she alone restore it.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
To be saved is only this-salvation from our own selfishness.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
I've read many more books than you. It doesn't matter how many you've read. I've read more. Believe me.
— Nicola Yoon
His daily prayer, far better understood in acts than in words, was simply doing good.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant ...
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry; Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his "Highland Mary!"
— John Greenleaf Whittier
The laws of changeless justice bind oppressor and oppressed; and, close as sin and suffering joined we march to fate abreast.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Small leisure have the poor for grief.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
God's providence is not blind, but full of eyes.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Press bravely onward! - not in vainYour generous trust in human kind;The good which bloodshed could not gainYour peaceful zeal shall find.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, Our burden is our boon; The curse of earth's gray morning is The blessing of its noon.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
And still we love the evil causeAnd of the just effect complain;
We tread upon life's broken laws
And murmur at our self-inflicted pain. — John Greenleaf Whittier
The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature's hand, and none from that of Art.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Simple duty hath no place for fear.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
But let the good old corn adornThe hills our fathers trod;
Still let us, for his golden corn,
Send up our thanks to God! — John Greenleaf Whittier
Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
What does the good ship bear so well? The cocoa-nut with its stony shell, And the milky sap of its inner cell.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Despair is infidelity and death.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
The joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you
— John Greenleaf Whittier
They who wander widest lift No more of beauties' jealous veils, Than they who from their doorways see The miracle of flowers and trees.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
There is religion in everything around us, - a calm and holy religion in the unbreathing things of Nature, which man would do well to imitate.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
No longer forward or behindI look in hope or fear,
But grateful, take the good I find,
The best of now and here. — John Greenleaf Whittier
And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood. And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Rest if you must, but never quit.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
I dimly guess, from blessings known, of greater out of sight.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
God fills the gaps of human need, Each crisis brings its word and deed.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
It is what it is and it's okay. I'll be okay, you'll be okay, and the world will keep turning.
— Aris Whittier
The Fates are just: they give us but our own; Nemesis ripens what our hands have sown.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants at tree, is more than all.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
The Beauty which old Greece or RomeSung, painted, wrought, lies close at home.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
One brave deed makes no hero.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
And peace unweaponed conquers every wrong!
— John Greenleaf Whittier
We faintly hear, we dimly see, In differing phrase we pray; But dim or clear, we own in Him The life, the truth, the way.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
For still the new transcends the old In signs and tokens manifold; Slaves rise up men; the olive waves, With roots deep set in battle graves!
— John Greenleaf Whittier
And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Beauty is its own excuse.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
With silence only as their benediction, God's angels come Where in the shadow of a great affliction, The soul sits dumb!
— John Greenleaf Whittier
The still, sad music of humanity.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
The hope of all earnest souls must be realized.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
A charmed life old goodness hath; the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
In kindly showers and sunshine bud The branches of the dull gray wood; Out from its sunned and sheltered nooks The blue eye of the violet looks.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
The smile of God is victory.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Every chain that spirits wear crumbles in the breadth of prayer.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
The child must teach the man.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
The tints of autumn ... a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Nothing before, nothing behind; The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Who never wins can rarely lose, Who never climbs as rarely falls
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Man is more than constitutions.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Romance is always young.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!
— John Greenleaf Whittier
This is truth the poet sings ...
— John Greenleaf Whittier
For still in mutual sufferance liesThe secret of true living;
Love scarce is love that never knows
The sweetness of forgiving. — John Greenleaf Whittier
Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn
— John Greenleaf Whittier
The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup She pours her sacred wine.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Thine to work as well as pray, Clearing thorny wrongs away; Plucking up the weeds of sin, Letting heaven's warm sunshine in.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
And let these altars, wreathed with flowers And piled with fruits, awake again Thanksgivings for the golden hours, The early and the latter rain!
— John Greenleaf Whittier
We meet today To thank Thee for the era done, And Thee for the opening one.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
All the windows of my heart I open to the day.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
There's life alone in duty done, And rest alone in striving.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite?
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Oh, for boyhood's painless play, sleep that wakes in laughing day, health that mocks the doctor's rules, knowledge never learned of schools.
— John Greenleaf Whittier
Thanks to Allah, who gives the palm!
— John Greenleaf Whittier
