A true life is at once interpreter and proof of the gospel. — 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
A charmed life old goodness hath; the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
There's life alone in duty done, And rest alone in striving. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty; Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The sooner we recognize the fact that the mercy of the Almighty extends to every creature endowed with life, the better it… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
O Time and change! - with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
With warning hand I mark Time's rapid flight, From Life's glad morning to its solemn night; Yet, through the dear Lord's love,… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
We shape ourselves the joy or fear Of which the coming life is made, And fill our Future's atmosphere With sunshine or… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The great eventful Present hides the Past; but through the din Of its loud life hints and echoes from the life behind… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
We faintly hear, we dimly see, In differing phrase we pray; But dim or clear, we own in Him The life, the… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Life's sunniest hours are not without The shadow of some lingering doubt-- Amid its brightest joys will steal Spectres of evil yet… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
With smoking axle hot with speed, with steeds of fire and steam, Wide-waked To-day leaves Yesterday behind him like a dream. Still,… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
“And still we love the evil cause And of the just effect complain; We tread upon life's broken laws And murmur at… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.' — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
And I will trust that He who heeds The life that hides in mead and wold, Who hangs you alder's crimson beads,… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
We live by faith; but Faith is not the slave Of text and legend. Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never… — 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
