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For still the new transcends the old In signs and tokens manifold Slaves rise up men the olive waves, With roots deep set in battle graves!
John Greenleaf Whittier
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John Greenleaf Whittier
Age: 84 †
Born: 1807
Born: December 17
Died: 1892
Died: September 7
Journalist
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Haverhill
Massachusetts
Battle
Slaves
Deep
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Waves
Still
Graves
Olive
Men
Wave
Olives
Rise
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Slave
Manifold
Roots
Transcends
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What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.
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Nature speaks in symbols and in signs.
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Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings I know that God is good!
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Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.
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With silence only as their benediction, God's angels come Where in the shadow of a great affliction, The soul sits dumb!
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Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn
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God's providence is not blind, but full of eyes.
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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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A felon's cell-- The fittest earthly type of hell!
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Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing, under the sky's gray arch. Smiling, I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing It is the wind of March.
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Romance is always young.
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Nothing before, nothing behind The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.
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Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So Bonnie Doon but tarry Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his Highland Mary!
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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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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
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There's life alone in duty done, And rest alone in striving.
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Thee lift me, and I lift thee, and together we ascend.
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