John Greenleaf Whittier föddes den 17 december1807 och dog den 7 september 1892 - US writer
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'Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,/ But spare your country's flag,' she said./ A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,/ Over the face of the leader came.
Ah, that I were free again! Free as when I rode that day, Where the barefoot maiden raked the hay
All the windows of my heart I open to the day.
An ashen memory in its stead.
And a nameless longing filled her breast, - A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known
Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.
Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.
But, by all thy nature's weakness, Hidden faults and follies known, Be thou, in rebuking evil, Conscious of thine own.
Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant
Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
For somehow, not only at Christmas, but all the long year through, The joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you.
From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.
Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.
God fills the gaps of human need, Each crisis brings its word and deed
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