The craven's fear is but selfishness like his merriment.

— John Greenleaf Whittier

The joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you

— John Greenleaf Whittier

The simple heart that freely asks in love obtains.

— John Greenleaf Whittier

The smile of God is victory.

— John Greenleaf Whittier

The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.

— John Greenleaf Whittier

The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun.

— John Greenleaf Whittier

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!

— John Greenleaf Whittier

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

— John Greenleaf Whittier

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.

— John Greenleaf Whittier

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

— John Greenleaf Whittier