The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4Houghton, Mifflin, 1892 |
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Abraham Davenport beauty beneath blessed bloom brave breath brow burning calm Castine Christian knee church cold dark dead dear death dream earth Esbern Esbern Snare Eternal fair faith father fear feet flowers freedom Frémont gift glance Goody Cole grace grave gray green Hampton River hand Harpswell hath Haverhill hear heard heart Heaven hills holy human Hymn Indian isle Jesuit Joseph Sturge land lift light lips living look Lydia Maria Child memory Merrimac Mogg Megone mountain mournful never night Norridge Norridgewock o'er pain pale peace pine prayer river rock Sachem shade shadow shame shine shore sing smile song soul sound spirit strife summer sunset sweet tears tender thee thine Thomas Starr King thought to-day toil tree vales voice warm waves weary wigwam wild William Lloyd Garrison wind woods word
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Page 205 - OUR fathers' God! from out whose hand The centuries fall like grains of sand, We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for the era .done, And trust Thee for the opening one.
Page 63 - Save power remains — A fallen angel's pride of thought, Still strong in chains. All else is gone ; from those great eyes The soul has fled : When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead...
Page 62 - Oh, dumb be passion's stormy rage, When he who might Have lighted up and led his age Falls back in night. Scorn I would the angels laugh to mark A bright soul driven, Fiend-goaded, down the endless dark, From hope and heaven! Let not the land once proud of him Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow.
Page 161 - ... 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. For he who blesses most is blest ; And God and man shall own his worth Who toils to leave as his bequest An added beauty to the earth. And, soon or late, to all that sow, The time of harvest shall be given ; The flower shall bloom, the fruit shall grow, If not on earth, at last in heaven ! THE PREACHER.
Page 206 - Here where of old, by Thy design, The fathers spake that word of Thine Whose echo is the glad refrain Of rended bolt and falling chain, To grace our festal time from all The zones of earth our guests we call.
Page 64 - Thou shouldst have lived to feel below Thy feet Disunion's fierce upthrow ; The late-sprung mine that underlaid Thy sad concessions vainly made. Thou shouldst have seen from Sumter's wall The star-flag of the Union fall, And armed rebellion pressing on The broken lines of Washington ! No stronger voice than thine had then Called out the utmost might of men, To make the Union's charter free And strengthen law by liberty.
Page 38 - ANOTHER hand is beckoning us, Another call is given ; And glows once more with Angel-steps The path which reaches Heaven. Our young and gentle friend whose smile Made brighter summer hours, Amid the frosts of autumn time Has left us with the flowers.
Page 118 - No duty could overtask him, No need his will outrun ; Or ever our lips could ask him, His hands the work had done. He forgot his own soul for others, Himself to his neighbor lending ; He found the Lord in his suffering brothers^ And not in the clouds descending.
Page 39 - Like fairy blossoms grew. Sweet promptings unto kindest deeds Were in her very look ; We read her face, as one who reads A true and holy book : The measure of a blessed hymn, To which our hearts could move ; The breathing of an inward psalm ; A canticle of love.
Page 206 - Oh make Thou us, through centuries long, In peace secure, in justice strong; Around our gift of freedom draw The safeguards of thy righteous law : And, cast in some diviner mould, Let the new cycle shame the old ! JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER.