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From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.
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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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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Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores.
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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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All day the darkness and the cold Upon my heart have lain Like shadows on the winter sky Like frost upon the pane
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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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The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
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Give fools their gold, and knaves their power let fortune's bubbles rise and fall who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.
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Few have borne unconsciously the spell of loveliness.
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Love hath never known a law beyond its own sweet will.
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The still, sad music of humanity.
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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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Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant.
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Somewhat of goodness, something true From sun and spirit shining through All faiths, all worlds, as through the dark Of ocean shines the lighthouse spark, Attests the presence everywhere Of love and providential care.
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Despair is infidelity and death.
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Again the blackbirds sings the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flowers.
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We shape ourselves the joy or fear Of which the coming life is made, And fill our Future's atmosphere With sunshine or with shade.
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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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