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01Undated
And yet, dear heart! remembering thee, Am I not richer than of old? Safe in thy immortality, What change can reach the wealth I hold? What chance can mar the pearl and gold Thy love hath left in trust for me? And while in life’s long afternoon, Where cool and long the shadows grow, I walk to meet the night that soon Shall shape and shadow overflow, I cannot feel that thou art far, Since near at need the angels are; And when the sunset gates unbar, Shall I not see thee waiting stand, And, white against the evening star, The welcome of thy beckoning hand?
John G. Whittier / quote
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02Undated
He cometh not a king to reign; The world’s long hope is dim; The weary centuries watch in vain The clouds of heaven for Him. And not for sign in heaven above Or earth below they look, Who know with John His smile of love, With Peter His rebuke. In joy of inward peace, or sense Of sorrow over sin, He is His own best evidence His witness is within. The healing of His seamless dress, Is by our beds of pain; We touch Him in life’s throng and press, And we are whole again. O Lord and Master of us all! Whate’er our name or sign, We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, We test our lives by Thine.... Our Friend, our Brother, and our Lord, What may Thy service be?— Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word, But simply following Thee. We faintly hear, we dimly see, In differing phrase we pray; But, dim or clear, we own in Thee, The Light, the Truth, the Way!
John G. Whittier / quote
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17Undated
A dreary place would be this earth, Were there no little people in it: The song of life would lose its mirth, Were there no children to begin it: No little forms, like buds to grow, And make the admiring heart surrender: No little hands on breast and brow, To keep the thrilling love-chords tender. The sterner souls would grow more stern, Unfeeling nature more inhuman, And man to stoic coldness turn, And woman would be less than woman. Life's song, indeed, would lose its charm, Were there no babies to begin it; A doleful place this world would be, Were there no little people in it.
John G. Whittier / quote
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