When I was a child, the family usually went to the beach on summer weekends. Driving Route 110, we passed a house in Haverhill that had a sign that read it was the birthplace of John Greenleaf Whittier.
Invariably, my father would turn to me and say, "You may be pretty smart, but the man that lived there was wittier."
He was a poet. Here is a hymn made from Whittier's poem, "The Brewing of Soma."
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