I’m quite fond of the gentle and sweetly patriotic New England Quaker, the poet John Greenleaf Whittier. You might almost say that there’s a complete separation between a people who honored Whittier, with his clean heart, his simple verse, his childlike vision, and his moral probity, and a people who honor – well, the foul, angry, and nasty enter…
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