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And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.
John Greenleaf Whittier
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John Greenleaf Whittier
Age: 84 †
Born: 1807
Born: December 17
Died: 1892
Died: September 7
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Haverhill
Massachusetts
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What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite?
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Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace.
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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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Nature speaks in symbols and in signs.
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The child must teach the man.
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Beneath the winter's snow lie germs of summer flowers.
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From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.
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Every chain that spirits wear crumbles in the breadth of prayer.
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Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.
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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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Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is nature's boldest triumph told.
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