John Greenleaf Whittier Quotes

The hope of all who suffer,
The dread of all who wrong.

The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon it carries the same waters which it gathered under ours, and its unseen valleys are made glad by the offerings which are borne down to them from the past, — flowers, perchance, the germs of which its own waves had planted on the banks of Time.

Perish with him the folly that seeks through evil good.

Low stir of leaves and dip of oars
And lapsing waves on quiet shores.

We seemed to see our flag unfurled,
Our champion waiting in his place
For the last battle of the world,
The Armageddon of the race.

Maud Muller, on a summer's day, Raked the meadows sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health.

O, brother man! fold to thy heart thy brother;
where pity dwells, the peace of God is there.

God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late,
They touch the shining hills of day;
The evil cannot brook delay,
The good can well afford to wait.

For they the mind of Christ discern
Who lean, like John, upon His breast.

The harp at Nature's advent strung
Has never ceased to play;
The song the stars of morning sung
Has never died away.