“ For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'. John Greenleaf Whittier
“ "Shoot if you must this old gray head But spare your country's flag " she said. John Greenleaf Whittier
“ The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost. John Greenleaf Whittier
“ For of all sad words of tongue or pen The saddest are these: "It might have been!" John Greenleaf Whittier
“ For of all sad words of tongues or pen the saddest are these: It might have been. John Greenleaf Whittier
“ 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. John Greenleaf Whittier
“ 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 Whittier
“ Our 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
“ 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
