Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.
John Greenleaf WhittierThe tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
John Greenleaf WhittierOur toil is sweet with thankfulness, Our burden is our boon; The curse of earth's gray morning is The blessing of its noon.
John Greenleaf Whittier