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From "Snow-Bound" The world TRANSFORMED UNWARMED by any sunset light The gray day darkened into night, A night made hoary with the swarm And whirl-dance of the blinding storm, As zigzag, wavering to and fro, Crossed and recrossed the wingëd snow: And ere the... Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier	In School-Days Still sits the school-house by the road, A ragged beggar sunning; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry vines are running. Within, the master’s desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official; The warping floor, the battered seats,... Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier	The Two Angels God called the nearest angels who dwell with Him above: The tenderest one was Pity, the dearest one was Love. “Arise,” He said, “my angels! a wail of woe and sin Steals through the gates of heaven, and saddens all within. “My harps take up the mournful strain... Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier	Centennial Hymn Our fathers’ God! from out whose hand The centuries fall like grains of sand, We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for the era done, And trust Thee for the opening one. Here, where of old, by Thy design,... Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier
In the "Old South" She came and stood in the Old South Church A wonder and a sign, With a look the old-time sibyls wore, Half-crazed and half-divine. Save the mournful sackcloth about her wound, Unclothed as the primal mother, With limbs that trembled and... Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier	Mulford Unnoted as the setting of a star He passed; and sect and party scarcely knew When from their midst a sage and seer withdrew To fitter audience, where the great dead are In God’s republic of the heart and mind, Leaving no purer, nobler soul behind. Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier	An Autograph I write my name as one, On sands by waves o’errun Or winter’s frosted pane, Traces a record vain. Oblivion’s blankness claims Wiser and better names, And well my own may pass As from the strand or glass. Wash on, O waves of time... Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier	The Barefoot Boy BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy... Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier
In School-Days Still sits the school-house by the road, A ragged beggar sunning; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry vines are running. Within, the master’s desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official; The warping floor, the battered seats,... Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier	A New England Home in Winter From “Snow-Bound” THE SUN that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming... Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier