John Greenleaf Whittier - Sun Quotes

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As yonder tower outstretches to the earth
The dark triangle of its shade alone
When the clear day is shining on its top;
So, darkness in the pathway of man's life
Is but the shadow of God's providence,
By the great Sun of wisdom cast thereon;
And what is dark below is light in heaven.

John Greenleaf Whittier
The gentle moon, the kindling sun,
The many stars are given,
As shrines to burn earth's incense on,
The altar-fires of heaven!

John Greenleaf Whittier
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.

John Greenleaf Whittier
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.

John Greenleaf Whittier
Somewhat of goodness, something true
From sun and spirit shining through
All faiths, all worlds, as through the dark
Of ocean shines the lighthouse spark,
Attests the presence everywhere
Of love and providential care.

John Greenleaf Whittier
So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature's geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below,— A universe of sky and snow!

John Greenleaf Whittier
The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.

John Greenleaf Whittier
Speed on the ship; — But let her bear
No merchandise of sin,
No groaning cargo of despair
Her roomy hold within;
No Lethean, drug for Eastern lands,
Nor poison-draught for ours;
But honest fruits of toiling hands
And Nature's sun and showers.

John Greenleaf Whittier
Truth is one;
And, in all lands beneath the sun,
Whoso hath eyes to see may see
The token of its unity.

John Greenleaf Whittier
The garden rose may richly bloom In cultured soil and genial air, To cloud the light of Fashion's room Or droop in Beauty's midnight hair, In lonelier grace, to sun and dew The sweetbrier on the hillside shows Its single leaf and fainter hue, Untrained and wildly free, yet still a sister rose!

John Greenleaf Whittier
Truth is one;
And, in all lands beneath the sun,
Whoso hath eyes to see may see
The tokens of its unity.

John Greenleaf Whittier