No lance have I, in joust or fight, To splinter in my lady's sight; But, at her feet, how blest were I… — 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… — 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
Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
God is good and God is light In this faith I rest secure, Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and… — 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
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
So let it be in God's own might We gird us for the coming fight, And, strong in Him whose cause is… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Somewhat of goodness, something true From sun and spirit shining through All faiths, all worlds, as through the dark Of ocean shines… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Oh, talk as we may of beauty as a thing to be chiselled from marble or wrought out on canvas, speculate as… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
A grateful loving heart carries with it, under every parallel of latitude, the warmth and light of the tropics. It plants its… — 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
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
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
