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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier (December 17, 1807 – September 7, 1892) was an American Quaker poet and advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States. Frequently listed as one of the Fireside Poets, he was influenced by the Scottish poet Robert Burns. Whittier is remembered particularly for his anti-slavery writings as well as his book Snow-Bound.

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The simple heart that freely asks in love, obtains.

Asks, Freely, Heart, Obtains, Prayer, Simple

Thanks to Allah, who gives the palm!

Gives, Giving, Palm, Palms, Thanks

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.

Feed, Hyacinths, Soul, Thy, Two

And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood. And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood.

Hand, Hands, Nuts, Stood, Wood, Woods

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.

Doubt, Errors, Faith, Leave, Loss, Truth

Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the evil and ungentle passions looked out, hideous and hateful. On the other hand, there are faces which the multitude, at first glance, pronounce homely, unattractive and such as "Nature fashions by the gross," which I always recognize with a warm heart-thrill. Not for the world would I have one feature changed; they please me as they are; they are hallowed by kind memories, and are beautiful through their associations.

Beautiful, Fashion, Homely, Memories, Saw, Woman

Beauty is its own excuse.

Beauty, Excuse

God blesses still the generous thought,And still the fitting word He speeds,And Truth, at His requiring taught,He quickens into deeds.

Blesses, Deeds, Generosity, Taught, Word

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

Drink, Mean, Men, Moaning, Sleep, Walk

If woman lost us Eden, such As she alone restore it.

Eden, Lost, Restore, Women

Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.

Chorus, Drowsy, Flower, Peace, Shy, Sweet

With our sympathy for the wrongdoer we need the old Puritan and Quaker hatred of wrongdoing; with our just tolerance of men and opinions a righteous abhorrence of sin.

Hatred, Men, Opinions, Tolerance

To be saved is only this-salvation from our own selfishness.

Salvation, Saved, Selfishness

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.

Beautiful, Flower, Good, Mother, Said, Weary

Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace; East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease; Sing the song of great joy that the angels began, Sing the glory to God and of good-will to man!

Angel, Christmas, Long, North, Sing, Song

Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flowers.

Dream, Dreams, Flower, Laughing, Tremble, Winter

God fills the gaps of human need, Each crisis brings its word and deed.

Brings, Deeds, Gaps, Human, Needs, Word

The good is always beautiful, the beautiful is good!

Beautiful, Beauty, Good

And light is mingled with the gloom, And joy with grief; Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom In sweet relief.

Bloom, Compensations, Gloom, Grief, Light, Sweet

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.

Confidence, Evil, Joy, Love Is, Mercy, Trembling

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