What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?
John Greenleaf Whittier Quotes
The age is dull and mean. Men creep, Not walk; with blood too pale and tame To pay the debt we owe to shame; Buy cheap, sell dear; eat, drink, and sleep Down-pillowed, deaf to moaning want; Pay tithes for soul-insurance; keep Six day to Mammon, one to Cant.
Oh for boyhood’s painless play, Sleep that wakes in laughing day, Health that mocks the doctor’s rules, Knowledge never learned of schools.
God pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall; For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: “It might have been!”
Oh, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother; where pity dwells, the peace of God is there.
Who vainly the dreams of youth recall; For of all sad words of tongue or pen, For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: “It might have been!”
And a nameless longing filled her breast, – A wish, that she hardly dared to own, For something better than she had known.
Search thine own heart. What paineth thee in others, in thyself may be.
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead!
Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: “It might have been!”
