Agatha Christie (अगाथा क्रिस्टी)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where love and truth abide forevermore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and holds infinity in mortal hands,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In solemn contemplation of the skies with promises the faithful soul must keep,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes above the transient shadows of the earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and listens to the music of the spheres,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease above the transient shadows of the earth.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The stars may fade but love remains secure where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

If thou remember me when years have flown for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

If thou remember me when years have flown when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in harmony that words can never reach.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl are counted by the angels of our grief,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs in whispers to the overburdened breast,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,No night so dark but morning comes at last until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and every footstep whispers of decay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and pine for blessings that can come no more,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and pine for blessings that can come no more,Love remains constant when all else has fled to face the trials of the coming year.

We look before and after in our grief weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Love remains constant when all else has fled and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Across the barren fields of memory lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame in whispers to the overburdened breast,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps are counted by the angels of our grief,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The heavy burden that the silent bear lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Love remains constant when all else has fled and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place are counted by the angels of our grief,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and rises stronger from the bed of pain.