blue sky

The blue sky is the temple’s arch,

      Its transept earth and air,

The music of its starry march

      The chorus of a prayer.

John Greenleaf Whittier

grateful

No longer forward nor behind

I look in hope or fear;

But, grateful, take the good I find,

The best of now and here.






John Greenleaf Whittier

twilight

“And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace” 

John Greenleaf Whittier

Sunset

Fringed with gold their mantles flow
On the slopes of westering knolls;
In the wind they whisper low
Of the Sunset Land of Souls. John Greenleaf Whittier

rose-cloud

A rose-cloud, dimly seen above,
Melting in heaven's blue depths away-
O! sweet, fond dream of human Love!
For thee I may not pray.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Fog

But see! the day is closing cool,

The woods are dim before us;

The white fog of the wayside pool

Is creeping slowly o'er us.

John Greenleaf Whittier

Morning sun

"All the windows of my heart I open to the day."

John Greenleaf Whittier