John Greenleaf Whittier

We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From all old read more

We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From all old flower fields of the soul;
And, weary seeker of the best,
We come back laden from out quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mothers read.

The smile of God is victory.

The smile of God is victory.

Simply duty hath no place for fear.

Simply duty hath no place for fear.

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; Who sows a field, or trains read more

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.

Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
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Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
With that deep voice which from the skies
Forbade the Patriarch's sacrifice.
God's angel, cries, Forbear!