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Truth is one And, in all lands beneath the sun, Whoso hath eyes to see may see The tokens of its unity.
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
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They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.
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Nature speaks in symbols and in signs.
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And peace unweaponed conquers every wrong!
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I dimly guess, from blessings known, of greater out of sight.
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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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Love hath never known a law beyond its own sweet will.
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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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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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Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn
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Beneath the winter's snow lie germs of summer flowers.
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