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John Greenleaf Whittier. (1807–1892) (continued)

And, step by step, since time began,
I see the steady gain of man;

The Chapel of the Hermits.

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We lack but open eye and ear
To find the Orient’s marvels here;
The still small voice in autumn’s hush,
Yon maple wood the burning bush. 1

The Chapel of the Hermits.

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Better heresy of doctrine than heresy of heart.

Mary Garvin.

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Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

Mary Garvin.

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    The Night is Mother of the Day,
  The Winter of the Spring,
And ever upon old Decay
  The greenest mosses cling.

A Dream of Summer.

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Beauty seen is never lost.

Sunset on the Bearcamp.

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    God blesses still the generous thought,
  And still the fitting word He speeds,
And Truth, at His requiring taught,
  He quickens into deeds.

Channing.

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Each crisis brings its word and deed.

The lost Occasion.

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The Beauty which old Greece or Rome
Sung, painted, wrought, lies close at home.

To ———.

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    We seemed to see our flag unfurled,
  Our champion waiting in his place
For the last battle of the world,
  The Armageddon of the race.

Rantoul.

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Nature speaks in symbols and in signs.

To Charles Sumner.

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Who never wins can rarely lose,
Who never climbs as rarely falls.

To James T. Fields.

Note 1.
Mrs. Browning: Aurora Leigh. Book vii. See page 659. [back]