John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–92) was an American Quaker poet and abolitionist. His humanitarianism and great popular appeal established him as an important 19th-century figure.
Born on a farm near Haverhill, Massachusetts, Whittier was mostly self-educated. In 1829, he became a journalist and published Legends of New-England in Prose and Verse (1831,) a collection of poems and stories. He edited various journals 1829–46, including the abolitionist Pennsylvania Freeman.
In 1840, Whittier settled at Amesbury, Massachusetts, and devoted himself to the cause of emancipation. Called the “poet-seer of the Anti-Slavery Movement,” he wrote many anti-slavery poems and pamphlets and suffered from mob-violence and political hate.
Whittier’s zealous Christianity was manifest in many of his famous poems, including “The Yankee Girl,” “The Slavery-Ships,” “The Hunters of Men,” “Massachusetts to Virginia,” and “Ichabod.” Verses such as “Dear Lord and Father of mankind,” “Immortal love, for ever full,” and “O Brother Man” have also become well known as hymns. His poems on the subject of slavery were collected as Voices of Freedom (1846.)
Whittier’s later works include the collection In War Time (1864,) which contains the well-known ballad ‘Barbara Frietchie,’ and At Sundown (1892.)
After 1850, Whittier also wrote folksy New England ballads and narrative poems on rural themes. Among the most popular are “Skipper Ireson’s Ride,” “John Underhill,” “Maud Muller,” “Telling the Bees,” “The Barefoot Boy,” “Snow-Bound” (his most well-known,) “The Eternal Goodness,” and “My Psalm.”
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Of all that Orient lands can vaunt, of marvels with our own competing, the strangest is the Haschish plant, and what will follow on its eating.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Drugs
Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
The craven’s fear is but selfishness, like his merriment.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Fear, Cowardice
Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, Our burden is our boon; The curse of earth’s gray morning is The blessing of its noon.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Resilience
Here Greek and Roman find themselves alive along these crowded shelves; and Shakespeare treads again his stage, and Chaucer paints anew his age.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Libraries
The smile of God is victory.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: One liners, Victory
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Grief, Bereavement, Grieving
To be saved is only this,—salvation from our own selfishness.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Selfishness
Yet sometimes glimpses on my sight,
Through present wrong the eternal right;
And, step by step, since time began,
I see the steady gain of man…
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Progress
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.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: God, Divinity, Faith
Through this broad street, restless ever,
Ebbs and flows a human tide,
Wave on wave a living river;
Wealth and fashion side by side;
Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Forever from the hand that takes one blessing from us, others fall; and soon or late, our Father makes his perfect recompense to all.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Speak out in acts; the time for words has passed, and only deeds will suffice.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Action
The vain regret that steals above the wreck of squandered hours.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Repentance
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?$Who talks of scheme and plan?$The Lord is God! He needeth not$The poor device of man.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: God, Divinity, Faith
The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Light
The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature’s hand, and none from that of Art.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Death
But beauty seen is never lost,
God
—John Greenleaf Whittier
O Time and change!—with hair as gray as was my sire’s that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Aging, Age
The tints of autumn—a mighty flower garden, blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Autumn
One brave deed makes no hero.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Heroes/Heroism, Heroes, Heroism
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Faith, Man
Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter’s snow.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Autumn
Beauty seen is never lost, God’s colors all are fast.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Beauty
The simple heart that freely asks in love, obtains.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Work, Prayer
Somehow, not only for Christmas, But all the long year through, The joy that you give to others, Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing, The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart’s possessing, Returns to you glad.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Christmas, Joy
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: “It might have been!”
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Sadness
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
Topics: Belief, Faith
Tradition wears a snowy beard.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Tradition
We live by Faith; but Faith is not the slave
Of text and legend. Reason’s voice and God’s,
Nature’s and Duty’s, never are at odds.
—John Greenleaf Whittier
Topics: Faith, Belief
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