On leaf of palm, on sedge-wrought roll; on plastic clay and leather scroll, man wrote his thoughts; the ages passed, and lo!… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The age is dull and mean. Men creep, Not walk; with blood too pale and tame To pay the debt they owe… — 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
O brother man! fold to thy heart thy brother; Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
At what point does a man turn into a monster? I don’t believe that it’s when he does horrible things, but when… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
When earth as if on evil dreams Looks back upon her wars, And the white light of Christ outstreams From the red… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
God should be most where man is least: So, where is neither church nor priest, And never rag nor form of creed… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace; East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease; Sing the song of… — 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
There is religion in everything around us, - a calm and holy religion in the unbreathing things of Nature, which man would… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Formed on the good old plan, A true and brave and downright honest man! He blew no trumpet in the market-place, Nor… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
With our sympathy for the wrongdoer we need the old Puritan and Quaker hatred of wrongdoing; with our just tolerance of men… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
For still the new transcends the old In signs and tokens manifold; Slaves rise up men; the olive waves, With roots deep… — 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
