Nature speaks in symbols and in signs. John Greenleaf Whittier More Quotes by John Greenleaf Whittier More Quotes From John Greenleaf Whittier So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below,— A universe of sky and snow! John Greenleaf Whittier wall morning night Nothing before, nothing behind; The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath. John Greenleaf Whittier rocks faith fall Oh, for boyhood's painless play, sleep that wakes in laughing day, health that mocks the doctor's rules, knowledge never learned of schools. John Greenleaf Whittier doctors sleep school 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 pain greek age Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow. John Greenleaf Whittier autumn winter snow A grateful loving heart carries with it, under every parallel of latitude, the warmth and light of the tropics. It plants its Eden in the wilderness and solitary place, and sows with flowers the gray desolation of rock and mosses. John Greenleaf Whittier gratitude grateful flower Small leisure have the poor for grief. John Greenleaf Whittier leisure poverty grief Along the river's summer walk, John Greenleaf Whittier july journey summer Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores. John Greenleaf Whittier dip wave quiet His daily prayer, far better understood in acts than in words, was simply doing good. John Greenleaf Whittier doing-good headstone prayer 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 triumph told. John Greenleaf Whittier autumn song fall Like warp and woof all destinies John Greenleaf Whittier destiny keys running We meet today To thank Thee for the era done, And Thee for the opening one. John Greenleaf Whittier holiday new-year today Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast. John Greenleaf Whittier color god beauty Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good! John Greenleaf Whittier mazes storm god The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature's hand, and none from that of Art. John Greenleaf Whittier death hands art Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying. John Greenleaf Whittier swans water-lily lying What is good looking, as Horace Smith remarks, but looking good? Be good, be womanly, be gentle,-generous in your sympathies, heedful of the well-being of all around you; and, my word for it, you will not lack kind words of admiration. John Greenleaf Whittier admiration looking-good kind Waking or sleeping, I see a wreck, John Greenleaf Whittier waking wrecks sleep With our sympathy for the wrongdoer we need the old Puritan and Quaker hatred of wrongdoing; with our just tolerance of men and opinions a righteous abhorrence of sin. John Greenleaf Whittier tolerance hatred men
