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• And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.
  -- John G. Whittier (1807-1892) -- The Chapel of the Hermi...
• Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores.
  -- John G. Whittier (1807-1892) -- Snow Bound...
• The hope of all who suffer, The dread of all who wrong.
  -- John G. Whittier (1807-1892) -- The Mantle of St. John de Matha...
• For still the new transcends the old In signs and tokens manifold
  Slaves rise up men; the olive waves, With roots deep set in battle graves!...
• Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry
  Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his "Highland Mary!...
• I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in ai
  I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care....
• So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore
  The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore! -- John G. Whittier (1807-1892) -- Ichabod!...
• John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892), _For Righteousness' Sake_ (1855)
• Put all your eggs in one basket, after making sure that you've built a really *good* basket.