For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, ‘It might have been’. — John Greenleaf Whittier
His daily prayer, far better understood in acts than in words, was simply doing good. — John Greenleaf Whittier
Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, — John Greenleaf Whittier
A charmed life old goodness hath; the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death. — John Greenleaf Whittier