The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon it carries the same waters which it gathered under ours, and its unseen valleys are made glad by the offerings which are borne down to them from the past,--flowers, perchance, the germs of which its own waves had planted on the banks of Time.
John Greenleaf WhittierGod is good and God is light In this faith I rest secure, Evil can but serve the right, Over all shall love endure.
John Greenleaf WhittierFor still the new transcends the old In signs and tokens manifold; Slaves rise up men; the olive waves, With roots deep set in battle graves!
John Greenleaf WhittierSo fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!
John Greenleaf Whittier