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God's providence is not blind, but full of eyes.
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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The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
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Nature speaks in symbols and in signs.
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Beauty is its own excuse.
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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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And I will trust that He who heeds The life that hides in mead and wold, Who hangs you alder's crimson beads, And stains these mosses green and gold, Will still, as He hath done, incline His gracious care to me and mine.
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The low green tent Whose curtain never outward swings.
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Thee lift me, and I lift thee, and together we ascend.
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And let these altars, wreathed with flowers And piled with fruits, awake again Thanksgivings for the golden hours, The early and the latter rain!
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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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Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will.
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Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn
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Every chain that spirits wear crumbles in the breadth of prayer.
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