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John Greenleaf Whittier Quotes(https://friendstamilchat.in/forum/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fupload.wikimedia.org%2Fwikipedia%2Fcommons%2Fthumb%2Fd%2Fd3%2FJohn_Greenleaf_Whittier_BPL_ambrotype%252C_c1840-60-crop.jpg%2F220px-John_Greenleaf_Whittier_BPL_ambrotype%252C_c1840-60-crop.jpg&hash=8c57309efb6de14a91a3dabcf145549c7c75f232)
An influential American Quaker poet and ardent advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States. John Greenleaf Whittier (December 17, 1807 – September 7, 1892) was an influential American Quaker poet and ardent advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States. He is usually listed as one of the Fireside Poets. Whittier was strongly influenced by the Scottish poet, Robert Burns.
Here are some famous quotes by John Greenleaf Whittier.
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God's colors all are fast.
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Before me even as behind God is and all is well.
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The simple heart that freely asks in love obtains.
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The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun.
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The craven's fear is but selfishness like his merriment.
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Peace hath higher tests of manhood Than battle ever knew.
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Reason's voice and God's Nature's and Duty's never are at odds.
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Every chain that spirits wear crumbles in the breadth of prayer.
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Of all sad words of tongue or pen the saddest are these: It might have been.
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Shoot if you must this old gray head But spare your country's flag she said.
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For of all sad words of tongues or pen the saddest are these: It might have been.
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For of all sad words of tongue or pen The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'
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No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear; But grateful take the good I find The best of now and here.
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Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.
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Our toil is sweet with thankfulness Our burden is our boon; The curse of earth's gray morning is The blessing of its noon.
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I'm sorry that I spell'd the word; I hate to go above you Because - the brown eyes lower fell - 'Because you see I love you!'
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Yet in the maddening maze of things And tossed by storm and flood To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!
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Through the dark and stormy night Faith beholds a feeble light Up the blackness streaking; Knowing God's own time is best In a patient hope I rest For the full day-breaking!
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We search the world for truth; we cull The good the pure the beautiful From all old flower fields of the soul; And weary seekers of the best We come back laden from our quest To find that all the sages said Is in the Book our mothers read.