John Greenleaf Whittier is a poet who played a major role in the 30-year fight for the abolition of slavery in the United States. His influence as a politician, along with his prowess as a writer, helped to fan the flame.
He’s listed among the likes of Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Cullen Bryant, James Russell Lowell, and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow as one of the greatest poets of the nineteenth century.
Best John Greenleaf Whittier Poems to Meditate On
If you’ve never read any of Whittier’s poems, here are some of the best ones to start with. Not all of his poems were political in nature, as you can see from the ones we’ve included in this list:
1. “Forgiveness”
My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
The green mounds of the village burial-place;
Where, pondering how all human love and hate
Find one sad level; and how, soon or late,
Wronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face,
And cold hands folded over a still heart,
Pass the green threshold of our common grave,
Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart,
Awed for myself, and pitying my race,
Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave,
Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave!
2. “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 torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy, –
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art, – the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye, –
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
Read the full poem here.
3. “By Their Works”
Call him not heretic whose works attest
His faith in goodness by no creed confessed.
Whatever in love’s name is truly done
To free the bound and lift the fallen one
Is done to Christ. Whoso in deed and word
Is not against Him labours for our Lord.
When he, who, sad and weary, longing sore
For love’s sweet service sought the sisters’ door
One saw the heavenly, one the human guest
But who shall say which loved the master best?
4. “The Worship of Nature”
The harp at Nature’s advent strung
Has never ceased to play;
The song the stars of morning sung
Has never died away.
And prayer is made, and praise is given,
By all things near and far;
The ocean looketh up to heaven,
And mirrors every star.
Its waves are kneeling on the strand,
As kneels the human knee,
Their white locks bowing to the sand,
The priesthood of the sea!
They pour their glittering treasures forth,
Their gifts of pearl they bring,
And all the listening hills of earth
Take up the song they sing
Read the full poem here.
5. “Seed-Time and Harvest”
As o’er his furrowed fields which lie
Beneath a coldly dropping sky,
Yet chill with winter’s melted snow,
The husbandman goes forth to sow,
Thus, Freedom, on the bitter blast
The ventures of thy seed we cast,
And trust to warmer sun and rain
To swell the germs and fill the grain.
Who calls thy glorious service hard?
Who deems it not its own reward?
Who, for its trials, counts it less
A cause of praise and thankfulness?
It may not be our lot to wield
The sickle in the ripened field;
Nor ours to hear, on summer eves,
The reaper’s song among the sheaves.
Yet where our duty’s task is wrought
In unison with God’s great thought,
The near and future blend in one,
And whatsoe’er is willed, is done!
And ours the grateful service whence
Comes day by day the recompense;
The hope, the trust, the purpose stayed,
The fountain and the noonday shade.
And were this life the utmost span,
The only end and aim of man,
Better the toil of fields like these
Than waking dream and slothful ease.
But life, though falling like our grain,
Like that revives and springs again;
And, early called, how blest are they
Who wait in heaven their harvest-day!
6. “Divine Compassion”
Long since, a dream of heaven I had,
And still the vision haunts me oft;
I see the saints in white robes clad,
The martyrs with their palms aloft;
But hearing still, in middle song,
The ceaseless dissonance of wrong;
And shrinking, with hid faces, from the strain
Of sad, beseeching eyes, full of remorse and pain.
The glad song falters to a wail,
The harping sinks to low lament;
Before the still unlifted veil
I see the crowned foreheads bent,
Making more sweet the heavenly air,
With breathings of unselfish prayer;
And a Voice saith: ‘O Pity which is pain,
O Love that weeps, fill up my sufferings which remain!
Read the full poem here.
7. “Trust”
The same old baffling questions! O my friend,
I cannot answer them. In vain I send
My soul into the dark, where never burn
The lamps of science, nor the natural light
Of Reason’s sun and stars! I cannot learn
Their great and solemn meanings, nor discern
The awful secrets of the eyes which turn
Evermore on us through the day and night
With silent challenge and a dumb demand,
Proffering the riddles of the dread unknown,
Like the calm Sphinxes, with their eyes of stone,
Questioning the centuries from their veils of sand!
I have no answer for myself or thee,
Save that I learned beside my mother’s knee;
‘All is of God that is, and is to be;
And God is good.’ Let this suffice us still,
Resting in childlike trust upon His will
Who moves to His great ends unthwarted by the ill.
8. “The Brewing of Soma”
The fagots blazed, the caldron’s smoke
Up through the green wood curled;
‘Bring honey from the hollow oak,
Bring milky sap,’ the brewers spoke,
In the childhood of the world.
And brewed they well or brewed they ill,
The priests thrust in their rods,
First tasted, and then drank their fill,
And shouted, with one voice and will,
‘Behold the drink of gods!’
They drank, and to! in heart and brain
A new, glad life began;
The gray of hair grew young again,
The sick man laughed away his pain,
The cripple leaped and ran.
‘Drink, mortals, what the gods have sent,
Forget your long annoy.’
So sang the priests. From tent to tent
The Soma’s sacred madness went,
A storm of drunken joy.
Read the full poem here.
Reading John Greenleaf Whittier Poems
John Greenleaf Whittier had a sharp mind for delving deep into different subjects, and his writing transports our imaginations to whole new realms.
If you want to improve as a poet, we highly recommend reading his poems, as well as those of some of the other great minds in the world of poetry.
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