Who is J. G. Holland

Josiah Gilbert Holland (July 24, 1819 – October 12, 1881) was an American novelist and poet who also wrote under the pseudonym Timothy Titcomb. He helped to found and edit Scribner's Monthly (afterwards the Century Magazine), in which appeared his novels, Arthur Bonnicastle, The Story of Sevenoaks, Nicholas Minturn. In poetry he wrote "Bitter-Sweet" (1858), "Kathrina", the lyrics to the Methodist hymn "There's a Song in the Air", and many others.BiographyBorn in Belchertown, Massachusetts, on July 24, 1819, Holland grew up in a poor family struggling to make ends meet. After a time, Josiah was forced to work in a factory to help the family. He then spent a short time studying at Northampton (Massachusetts) High School before withdrawing due to ill health. Later he studied medicine at Be...
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J. G. Holland Poems

  • A Christmas Carol
    There's a song in the air!
    There's a star in the sky!
    There's a mother's deep prayer
    And a baby's low cry!...
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Song 1 Wonderful 1 Rejoice 1 Bring 1 Deep 1 King 1 Sweet 1 Earth 1 World 1 Star 1


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Birdwatchersa: god gives every bird its food, but he does not throw it into its nest. ~j.g. holland
Deserve: who never walks save where they see human tracks makes no discoveries. - j. g. holland
Cookaburr: "god gives every bird its food, but he doesn't throw it in the nest." ~ j.g. holland
Curtdudley: softball final: georgia southern 7-3-1 james madison 12-13-3 wp: berry (6-0) lp: holland (3-9) hr: g - ball (2), conklin (2); j - shifflett (6), h. hall (5) dukes 18-7, 3-1 sbc eagles 11-15, 1-3 sbc game 2 tomorrow 2pm
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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 073
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be,
How know I what had need of thee,
For thou wert strong as thou wert true?

The fame is quench'd that I foresaw,
The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath:
I curse not nature, no, nor death;
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