God reigns, and let the earth rejoice! He was also involved in the formation of the Republican Party. His chastening turned me back; That more and more a Providence Of love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good;— That death seems but a covered way Which opens into light, Wherein no blinded child can stray Beyond the Father's sight; That care and trial seem at last, Through Memory's sunset air, Like mountain ranges overpast, In purple distance fair; That all the jarring notes of life Seem blending in a psalm, And all the angles of its strife Slow rounding into calm. The Light of Life shone round him; one by one The wandering lights, that all-misleading run, Went out like candles paling in the sun. In 1866, he published his best known poem, Snow-Bound. Ever since, in town and farm-house, Life has had its ebb and flow; Thrice hath passed the human harvest To its garner green and low. I long for household voices gone. Dumb are the organs of my choice; He speaks in battle's stormy voice, His praise is in the wrath of man! Whittier also unsuccessfully encouraged Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow to join the party.
Garrison thereafter published a Whittier poem every week in this newspaper. John Greenleaf Whittier was an extraordinary American who lived in tumultuous times, putting his life on the front lines in the battle for equality and freedom for all people. Being fully possessed of Christ, then it is he that prays. Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Alas, if I have been a servant at all, I have been an unprofitable one; and yet I have loved goodness, and have longed to bring my imaginative poetic temperament into true subjection. Both Whittier College and Whittier Law School are also named after him. If he ignores or condones sin, he shows that he has only a superficial conception of human nature, and is an untrustworthy moral guide. As if a portion of that Thought By which the Eternal will is wrought, Whose impulse fills anew with breath The frozen solitude of Death, To mortal mind were sometimes lent, To mortal musing sometimes sent, To whisper -- even when it seems But Memory's fantasy of dreams -- Through the mind's waste of woe and sin, Of an immortal origin! By the end of the Civil War all the women of his family had died, leaving Whittier lonely and alone in his Amesbury house.
The aster-flower is failing, The hazel's gold is paling; Yet overhead more near The eternal stars appear! He was not so far away from Calvinism as he thought. . And shall the sinful heart, alone, Behold unmoved the fearful hour, When Nature trembled on her throne, And Death resigned his iron power? In 1833 he published The Song of the Vermonters, 1779, which he had anonymously inserted in The New England Magazine. De Lord dat heap de Red Sea waves He jus' as 'trong as den; He say de word: we las' night slaves; To-day, de Lord's freemen. He was mostly self taught. Fox did not deny the authority of Scripture, but he put the inward testimony of the Holy Spirit side by side with Scripture as its supplement and interpreter. She was Mary Esther Carter my mother's maiden name and lived next to him in Amesbury or Newburysport.
Whittier himself was not cut out for hard farm labor and suffered from bad health and physical frailty his whole life. But only when on form and word obscure Falls from above the white supernal light We read the mystic characters aright, And life informs the silent portraiture, Until we pause at last, awe-held, before The One ineffable Face, love, wonder, and adore. Whittier was strongly influenced by the Scottish poet Robert Burns. That is the quintessence of Quakerism. This is a select list of the best famous John Greenleaf Whittier poetry.
Ill-cooked food gave him the dyspepsia. Our outward lips confess the name All other names above; Love only knoweth whence it came And comprehendeth love. Schoolroom Poets: Childhood, Performance, and the Place of American Poetry, 1865—1917. All my Carters were from those two towns. Stedman says well that only what was written after the year 1860 has won a 128 Wh1tt1er's F1nanc1al Success national reputation. To these were added the names of many private citizens of distinction, such as George Bancroft, Robert C. Whittier's Quaker universalism is better illustrated,however, by the hymn that begins: O Brother Man, fold to thy heart thy brother: Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is to love each other, Each smile a hymn, each kindly word a prayer.
Whittier was a deeply religious man. Yet, while this morning breeze is bringing The home-life sound of school-bells ringing, And rolling wheel, and rapid jar Of the fire-winged and steedless car, And voices from the wayside near Come quick and blended on my ear,-- A spell is in this old gray stone, My thoughts are with the Past alone! Have they not in the North Sea's blast Bowed to the waves the straining mast? Well may the temple-shrine grow dim, And shadows veil the Cherubim, When He, the chosen one of Heaven, A sacrifice for guilt is given! Whittier was a believer in Christ. The rigor of a frozen clime, The harshness of an untaught ear, The jarring words of one whose rhyme Beat often Labor's hurried time, Or Duty's rugged march through storm and strife, are here. His poetry was prolific during this time. I was rich in flowers and trees,Humming-birds and honey-bees;For my sport the squirrel played,Plied the snouted mole his spade;For my taste the blackberry conePurpled over hedge and stone;Laughed the brook for my delightThrough the day and through the night,Whispering at the garden wall,Talked with me from fall to fall;Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond,Mine the walnut slopes beyond,Mine, on bending orchard trees,Apples of Hesperides! Yet, while this morning breeze is bringing The home-life sound of school-bells ringing, And rolling wheel, and rapid jar Of the fire-winged and steedless car, And voices from the wayside near Come quick and blended on my ear,-- A spell is in this old gray stone, My thoughts are with the Past alone! Whittier's hometown of Haverhill has named many buildings and landmarks in his honor including J. But his independence was quiet and unresisting, though his mother and his aunt melted the wax figure of a clergyman that his soul might go to its doom in hell.
And if my heart and flesh are weak To bear an untried pain, The bruised reed He will not break, But strengthen and sustain. No stronger voice than thine had then Called out the utmost might of men, To make the Union's charter free And strengthen law by liberty. The Whittiers came to New England in 1638 and the first Whittier had, in his old age, personally built the house in which Whittier was born. His was the Christian's unsung Age of Gold, A truer idyl than the bards have told Of Arno's banks or Arcady of old. The inner light upon which he depended was a very different light from that which was recognized by Emerson. I know my own weakness and frailty, and I am humbled rather than exalted by homage which I do not deserve. His influence was both courted and feared, for he could not only warn but rebuke.
This threw Whittier in with the Hicksites, though he belonged to the Orthodox. Yet here at least an earnest sense Of human right and weal is shown; A hate of tyranny intense. His grandson Joseph married a Greenleaf, of probably Huguenot descent, since the name seems to be the French Feuillevert Anglicized. Being confined to his home and away from the action offered Whittier a chance to write better abolitionist poetry; he was even poet laureate for his party. Caleb Cushing met defeat when he failed to take Whittier's advice and resist the aggressions of slavery. Through doubt and pain, through guilt and shame and ill, Thy pitying eye is on Thy creature still.