John Greenleaf Whittier

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

- John Greenleaf Whittier

"Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well."

- John Greenleaf Whittier

"For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, ‘It might have been.’"

- John Greenleaf Whittier

"The end has come, as come, it must, To all things; in these sweet June days, The teacher and the scholar trust, Their parting feet to separate ways."

- John Greenleaf Whittier

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

- John Greenleaf Whittier

"Somehow, not only for Christmas But all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing Returns to you glad."

- John Greenleaf Whittier

"Shoot if you must, this old grey head, But spare your country's flag," she said."

- John Greenleaf Whittier

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

- John Greenleaf Whittier