John Greenleaf Whittier Quotes About Soul

Quotes about: Soul

• Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace.

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Life, Stress, Soul

  John Greenleaf Whittier (2012). “Poems of Nature, Poems Subjective and Reminiscent and Religious Poems, Complete Volume II., the Works of Whittier”, p.180, tredition

• With silence only as their benediction, God's angels come Where in the shadow of a great affliction, The soul sits dumb!

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Angel, Silence, Dumb

  John Greenleaf Whittier (1873). “The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier”, p.138

• The age is dull and mean. Men creep, Not walk; with blood too pale and tame To pay the debt they owe to shame; Buy cheap, sell dear; eat. drink, and sleep down-pillowed, deaf to moaning want; Pay tithes for soul-insurance; keep Six days to Mammon, one to Cant

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Sleep, Mean, Men

  John Greenleaf Whittier (2012). “The Works of Whittier, Volume III (of VII) Anti-Slavery Poems and Songs of Labor and Reform”, p.150, tredition

• God should be most where man is least: So, where is neither church nor priest, And never rag nor form of creed To clothe the nakedness of need,- Where farmer folk in silence meet,- I turn my bell-unsummoned feet; I lay the critic's glass aside, I tread upon my lettered pride, And, lowest-seated, testify To the oneness of humanity; Confess the universal want, And share whatever Heaven may grant. He findeth not who seeks his own, The soul is lost that's saved alone.

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Pride, Men, Oneness

  John Greenleaf Whittier (1869). “Among the Hills, and Other Poems”, p.73

• If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Two, Soul, Hyacinths

  John Greenleaf Whittier, “If Thou Of Fortune Be Bereft”

• Life's sunniest hours are not without
  The shadow of some lingering doubt--
  Amid its brightest joys will steal
  Spectres of evil yet to feel--
  Its warmest love is blent with fears,
  Its confidence a trembling one--
  Its smile--the harbinger of tears--
  Its hope--the change of April's sun!
  A weary lot--in mercy given,
  To fit the chastened soul for heaven.

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Love Is, Evil, Joy

• A bending staff I would not break,
  A feeble faith I would not shake,
  Nor even rashly pluck away
  The error which some truth may stay,
  Whose loss might leave the soul without
  A shield against the shafts of doubt.

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Faith, Loss, Errors

  John Greenleaf Whittier (1857*). “Poems of John Greenleaf Whittier”, p.157

• The hope of all earnest souls must be realized.

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Hope, Soul, Earnest

  John Greenleaf Whittier (1854). “Literary recreations and miscellanies”, p.368

• What, my soul, was thy errand here?
  Was it mirth or ease,
  Or heaping up dust from year to year?
  "Nay, none of these!"
  Speak, soul, aright in His holy sight,
  Whose eye looks still
  And steadily on thee through the night;
  "To do His will!

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Eye, Night, Sight

  John Greenleaf Whittier (1873). “The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier”, p.93

• We search the world for truth; we cull The good, the pure, the beautiful, From all old flower fields of the soul; And, weary seeker of the best, We come back laden from out quest, To find that all the sages said Is in the Book our mothers read.

  John Greenleaf Whittier

  Beautiful, Mother, Flower

  John Greenleaf Whittier (1873). “The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier”, p.342

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