255 Quotes by John Greenleaf Whittier

Small leisure have the poor for grief.

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!

Beneath the winter's snow lie germs of summer flowers.

The simple heart that freely asks in love, obtains.

He is wisest, who only gives, True to himself, the best he can: Who drifting on the winds of praise, The inward monitor obeys. And with the boldness that confuses fear Takes in the crowded sail, and lets his conscience steer.

Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant ...

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

God fills the gaps of human need, Each crisis brings its word and deed.

The age is dull and mean. Men creep, Not walk; with blood too pale and tame To pay the debt they owe to shame; Buy cheap, sell dear; eat. drink, and sleep down-pillowed, deaf to moaning want; Pay tithes for soul-insurance; keep Six days to Mammon, one to Cant