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
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
God blesses still the generous thought,And still the fitting word He speeds,And Truth, at His requiring taught,He quickens into deeds. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
But let the good old corn adorn The hills our fathers trod; Still let us, for his golden corn, Send up our… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
What, my soul, was thy errand here? Was it mirth or ease, Or heaping up dust from year to year? "Nay, none… — 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
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
The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air, To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in… — 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
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
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
