The Beauty which old Greece or RomeSung, painted, wrought, lies close at home. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Every chain that spirits wear crumbles in the breadth of prayer. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant ... — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
There's life alone in duty done, And rest alone in striving. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Let the thick curtain fall;I better know than allHow little I have gained,How vast the unattained. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
What is really momentous and all-important with us is the present, by which the future is shaped and colored. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
To be saved is only this-salvation from our own selfishness. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
I dimly guess, from blessings known, of greater out of sight. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The saddest thing of word or pen, To know the things that might have been. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Here Greek and Roman find themselves alive along these crowded shelves; and Shakespeare treads again his stage, and Chaucer paints anew his age. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
No lance have I, in joust or fight, To splinter in my lady's sight; But, at her feet, how blest were I For any… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
On leaf of palm, on sedge-wrought roll; on plastic clay and leather scroll, man wrote his thoughts; the ages passed, and lo! the Press… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Sweeter than any sungMy songs that found no tongue;Nobler than any factMy wish that failed of act.Others shall sing the song,Others shall right the… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
