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• The saddest thing of word or pen, To know the things that might have been.
  -- John Greenleaf Whittier, 1807-1892, U.S. poe...
• For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these
  It might have been!" -- John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892) _Maud Muller_ [1856]...
• For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these
  It might have been!" -- John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892) -- Maud Muller, st. 53...
• 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...
• Making their lives a prayer. -- John G.
  Whittier (1807-1892) -- To A, K, On receiving a Basket of Sea-Mosse...
• 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!...