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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.
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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A charmed life old goodness hath the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death.
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What, my soul, was thy errand here? Was it mirth or ease, Or heaping up dust from year to year? Nay, none of these! Speak, soul, aright in His holy sight, Whose eye looks still And steadily on thee through the night To do His will!
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God is good and God is light In this faith I rest secure, Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall love endure.
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Every chain that spirits wear crumbles in the breadth of prayer.
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A felon's cell-- The fittest earthly type of hell!
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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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Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.
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No longer forward or behind I look in hope or fear, But grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.
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What does the good ship bear so well? The cocoa-nut with its stony shell, And the milky sap of its inner cell.
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Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn
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The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.
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The low green tent Whose curtain never outward swings.
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Thanks to Allah, who gives the palm!
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And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.
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O Time and change! - with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!
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They who wander widest lift No more of beauties' jealous veils, Than they who from their doorways see The miracle of flowers and trees.
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