WHITTIER, John Greenleaf Quotes
(1807-1892), American poet
The tints of autumn—a mighty flower garden, blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
The craven's fear is but selfishness, like his merriment.
The steps of faith fall on the seeming void, but find the rock beneath.
His daily prayer, far better understood in acts than in words, was simply doing good.
Dream not that helm and harness are signs of valor true.—Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.
When faith is lost, and honor dies, the man is dead.
Oh, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother; where pity dwells, the peace of God is there.
The simple heart that freely asks in love, obtains.
Forever from the hand that takes one blessing from us, others fall; and soon or late, our Father makes his perfect recompense to all.
The vain regret that steals above the wreck of squandered hours.
Of all the sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: "It might have been."
The smile of God is victory.