Let the thick curtain fall;I better know than allHow little I have gained,How vast the unattained. John Greenleaf Whittier More Quotes by John Greenleaf Whittier More Quotes From John Greenleaf Whittier What, my soul, was thy errand here? John Greenleaf Whittier eye sight night The good is always beautiful, the beautiful is good! John Greenleaf Whittier beautiful beauty Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress-trees Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! John Greenleaf Whittier stars shining play No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear, But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here. John Greenleaf Whittier grateful fear thankful Romance is always young. John Greenleaf Whittier romance young To be saved is only this-salvation from our own selfishness. John Greenleaf Whittier selfishness saved salvation At what point does a man turn into a monster? I don’t believe that it’s when he does horrible things, but when he accepts that he’s able to do them, and that he does them well. John Greenleaf Whittier monsters men believe Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie? John Greenleaf Whittier girl eye mother And peace unweaponed conquers every wrong! John Greenleaf Whittier conquer The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup She pours her sacred wine. John Greenleaf Whittier mountain cups wine There is religion in everything around us, - a calm and holy religion in the unbreathing things of Nature, which man would do well to imitate. John Greenleaf Whittier calm nature men The sooner we recognize the fact that the mercy of the Almighty extends to every creature endowed with life, the better it will be for us as men and Christians. John Greenleaf Whittier christian animal men And the more you spend in blessing John Greenleaf Whittier christmas lonely heart Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! Heap high the golden corn! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn! John Greenleaf Whittier corn golden autumn Through this broad street, restless ever, ebbs and flows a human tide, wave on wave a living river; wealth and fashion side by side; Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide. John Greenleaf Whittier ebb-and-flow fashion cities No cloud above, no earth below, A universe of sky and snow. John Greenleaf Whittier stars air clouds 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 was found at last! John Greenleaf Whittier media age men From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds. John Greenleaf Whittier creeds truth Beneath the winter's snow lie germs of summer flowers. John Greenleaf Whittier flower summer lying They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead. John Greenleaf Whittier summer love art
