Quotes by : John Greenleaf Whittier

Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor....

Yet in the maddening maze of things And tossed by storm and flood To one fixed trust my spirit clings....

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.

The craven's fear is but selfishness like his merriment.

"I'm sorry that I spell'd the word I hate to go above you Because" - the brown eyes lower fell - ....

So all night long the storm roared on:The morning broke without a sun;In tiny spherule traced with linesOf....

the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you

We search the world for truth we cull The good the pure the beautiful From all old flower fields....

The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun.