Author: John Greenleaf Whittier

Immortal love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never ebbing sea! Our outward lips confess the […]

The harp at Nature’s advent strung Has never ceased to play; The song the stars of morning sung Has never […]

Pipes of the misty moorlands, Voice of the glens and hills; The droning of the torrents, The treble of the […]

The autumn-time has come; On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter shines. The […]

He comes, – he comes, – the Frost Spirit comes! You may trace his footsteps now On the naked woods […]

FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church, […]

Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; […]

GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting […]

Is this the land our fathers loved, The freedom which they toiled to win? Is this the soil whereon they […]

The birds against the April wind Flew northward, singing as they flew; They sang, “The land we leave behind Has […]