255 Quotes by John Greenleaf Whittier

Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, Our burden is our boon; The curse of earth's gray morning is The blessing of its noon.

The laws of changeless justice bind oppressor and oppressed; and, close as sin and suffering joined we march to fate abreast.

Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds.

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.

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

For still in mutual sufferance lies The secret of true living; Love scarce is love that never knows The sweetness of forgiving.

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

Nothing before, nothing behind; The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.

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