The saddest thing of word or pen, To know the things that might have been. John Greenleaf Whittier More Quotes by John Greenleaf Whittier More Quotes From John Greenleaf Whittier All the windows of my heart I open to the day. John Greenleaf Whittier heart opportunity inspirational For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'. John Greenleaf Whittier inspirational love life And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace John Greenleaf Whittier stars song sweet the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you John Greenleaf Whittier famous-inspirational christmas giving We shape ourselves the joy or fear John Greenleaf Whittier atmosphere sunshine joy I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together. John Greenleaf Whittier lifts together Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew. John Greenleaf Whittier patience peace life Who never wins can rarely lose, Who never climbs as rarely falls John Greenleaf Whittier winning success fall All day the darkness and the cold John Greenleaf Whittier sky heart winter Truth should be the first lesson of the child and the last aspiration of manhood; for it has been well said that the inquiry of truth, which is the love-making of it, the knowledge of truth, which is the presence of it, and the belief of truth, which is the enjoying of it, is the sovereign good of human nature. John Greenleaf Whittier inquiry truth children Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all. John Greenleaf Whittier flower power fall The child must teach the man. John Greenleaf Whittier wisdom men children The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost. John Greenleaf Whittier autumn flower fall The slave will be free. Democracy in America will yet be a glorious reality; and when the top-stone of that temple of freedom which our fathers left unfinished shall be brought forth with shoutings and cries of grace unto it, when our now drooping Liberty lifts up her head and prospers, happy will he be who can say, with John Milton, "Among those who have something more than wished her welfare, I, too, have my charter and freehold of rejoicing to me and my heirs." John Greenleaf Whittier father reality america Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flowers. John Greenleaf Whittier flower dream winter Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant. John Greenleaf Whittier resolution let-me weak The simple heart that freely asks in love, obtains. John Greenleaf Whittier simple prayer heart Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young. John Greenleaf Whittier beard romance tradition Through the dark and stormy night Faith beholds a feeble light Up the blackness streaking; Knowing God's own time is best, In a patient hope I rest For the full day-breaking! John Greenleaf Whittier light dark night God's providence is not blind, but full of eyes. John Greenleaf Whittier providence blind eye
