255 Quotes by John Greenleaf Whittier

Had welcomed and feasted with banner and gun.

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

And the settlers welcomed him one and all.

Branches of palm are its spars and rails, fibres of palm are its woven sails, and the rope is of palm that idly trails!

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

Is that thy answer, strong and free, O loyal heart of Tennessee? What strange, glad voice is that which calls

With oar-strokes timing to their song, / They weave in simple lays / The pathos of remembered wrong, / The hope of better days.

So come to me, my little one,-- / My years with thee I share, / And mingle with a sister's love / A mother's tender care.

Thy healing pains, a keen distress / Thy tender light shines in; / Thy sweetness is the bitterness, / Thy grace the pang of sin.