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• 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 the light withdrawn Which once he wore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!...
• And step by step, since time began, I see the steady gain of man.
  -- John G. Whittier (1807-1892) -- The Chapel of the Hermi...
• The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie
  For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary....
• But, oh! fell death's untimely frost That nipt my flower sae early.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Highland Mary...
• I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme
  From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason....
• I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in ai
  I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care....
• Blot out vain pomp; check impulse; quench appetite
  keep reason under its own control....
• Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores.
  -- John G. Whittier (1807-1892) -- Snow Bound...
• Making their lives a prayer. -- John G.
  Whittier (1807-1892) -- To A, K, On receiving a Basket of Sea-Mosse...