A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas!

— John Greenleaf Whittier

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Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

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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!

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Along the river's summer walk, The withered tufts of asters nod;

And trembles on its arid stalk the hoar plum of the golden-rod.

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All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

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If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

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Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall;

For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all.

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Green calm below, blue quietness above.

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The Fates are just: they give us but our own; Nemesis ripens what our hands have sown.

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

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

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The green earth sends her incense up.

From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup She pours her sacred wine.

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I hear the tread of pioneers Of nations yet to be, The first low wash of waves where soon Shall roll a human sea.

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About John Greenleaf Whittier

Quotes 181 sayings
Nationality American
Profession Poet
Birthday October 16

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'

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What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?

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We meet today To thank Thee for the era done, And Thee for the opening one.

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Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

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Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.

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Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, Our burden is our boon;

The curse of earth's gray morning is The blessing of its noon.

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We shape ourselves the joy or fear Of which the coming life is made, And fill our Future's atmosphere With sunshine or with shade.

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Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flowers.

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

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All day the darkness and the cold Upon my heart have lain Like shadows on the winter sky Like frost upon the pane

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The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

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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.

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So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore;

The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

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One brave deed makes no hero.

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Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.

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Somewhat of goodness, something true From sun and spirit shining through All faiths, all worlds, as through the dark Of ocean shines the lighthouse spark, Attests the presence everywhere Of love and providential care.

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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.

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What, my soul, was thy errand here? Was it mirth or ease, Or heaping up dust from year to year? "Nay, none of these!" Speak, soul, aright in His holy sight, Whose eye looks still And steadily on thee through the night; "To do His will!

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Who sows a field, or trains a flower, Or plants at tree, is more than all.

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Speak out in acts; the time for words has passed, and only deeds will suffice.

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Rest if you must, but never quit.

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Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow.

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Here Greek and Roman find themselves alive along these crowded shelves; and Shakespeare treads again his stage, and Chaucer paints anew his age.

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The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.

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Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! Heap high the golden corn! No richer gift has Autumn poured From out her lavish horn!

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The smile of God is victory.

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And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood.

And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood.

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And let these altars, wreathed with flowers And piled with fruits, awake again Thanksgivings for the golden hours, The early and the latter rain!

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The still, sad music of humanity.

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And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing Returns to you glad.

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No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear;

But, grateful, take the good I find,The best of now and here.

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When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

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Oh, for boyhood's painless play, Sleep that wakes in laughing day,Health that mocks the doctor's rules,Knowledge never learned of schools.

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To be saved is only this-salvation from our own selfishness.

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Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing, under the sky's gray arch.

Smiling, I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing It is the wind of March.

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Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.

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With warning hand I mark Time's rapid flight, From Life's glad morning to its solemn night; Yet, through the dear Lord's love, I also show There's light above me by the shade I throw.

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