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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

If you were Meyer, who would you invest your money in? Some politician named Clams Linguini? Or a nice Protestant boy from Whittier, California? — Don Fulsom

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 cell
The 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 hast
For 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 cause
And 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 adorn
The 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 behind
I 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 lies
The 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

Along the river's summer walk,
The withered tufts of asters nod;
And trembles on its arid stalk
the hoar plum of the golden-rod. — John Greenleaf Whittier