Poems by John Greenleaf Whittier

Thrice welcome to thy sisters of the East,
To the string tillers of a rugged home,
With spray...

It was the pleasant harvest time,
When cellar-bins are closely stowed,
And garrets bend benea...

THE GREAT CHICAGO FIRE: OCT. 8 TO OCT. 10, 1871. Men said at vespers: "All is well!"
In one wi...

We cross the prairie as of old
The pilgrims crossed the sea,
To make the West, as they the Ea...

MAUD MULLER, on a summer's day,
Raked the meadows sweet with hay.

Beneath her torn hat gl...

Never in tender quiet lapsed the day
From Pennsylvania's vales of spring away,
Where, forest-...