They who wander widest lift No more of beauties' jealous veils, Than they who from their doorways see The miracle of flowers… — 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… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup She pours her sacred… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Nature eschews regular lines; she does not shape her lines by a common model. Not one of Eve's numerous progeny in all… — 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
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
No cloud above, no earth below, A universe of sky and snow. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds. — 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
