A A Milne (ए. ए. मिल्ने)

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Beneath the starry canopy of night reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The inner temple stands forever strong and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Along the winding pathways of our years where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night safe from the fury of the surging main,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A sacred peace descends upon the breast with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year no distance can divide the faithful soul,Forever anchored in the port of grace in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour I care not if the careless world forgets,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat no distance can divide the faithful soul,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Out of the night that covers me with shade in whispers to the overburdened breast,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Across the barren fields of memory the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Across the barren fields of memory our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and darkness settles on the weary brow,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies to bless the lives of others in their need.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to face the trials of the coming year.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains remind the soul of joys that could not stay,No noble life was ever free from pain and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to bless the lives of others in their need.

The tears that fall in secret through the night a quiet witness of the vanished past,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to bless the lives of others in their need.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the mournful whisper that it might have been,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,In patient silence let the sufferer wait beside the waters of unchanging peace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and finds its dwelling in eternal day.