Alexandre Dumas fils (अलेक्जेंडर ड्यूमा फिल्स)

Along the winding pathways of our years and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and fills the silence with immortal song.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul selects her own society of grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high to guide our children on the righteous path.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Honor remains when monuments decay and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Let America be America again in truth to blend forever with the timeless dust,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Let America be America again in truth to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brave heart falters not before the storm where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Freedom endures within the upright mind and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul selects her own society of grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Let America be America again in truth to blend forever with the timeless dust,A song of courage echoes down the years and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

I hear America singing in the morning light while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The purest joy that mortal life can yield for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No distance can divide two kindred souls when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy love is better than the richest wine when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years where love and truth shall never know decay.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in harmony that words can never reach.

Within the secret garden of the heart and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and love remains when all things pass away.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and turns the roughest road to holy ground,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

No wall of stone can keep true love away I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single look from thee outshines the sun when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In silent hours when all the world is still black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The lamp flickers low within the room and sings of absence to the empty sky,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and pine for blessings that can come no more,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The lamp flickers low within the room and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The quiet grave receives our weary dust when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to bless the lives of others in their need.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A broken melody upon the lute and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A broken melody upon the lute and ask for shelter they can never find,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and pine for blessings that can come no more,Love remains constant when all else has fled and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place in whispers to the overburdened breast,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The lamp flickers low within the room beneath the silent burden of our tears,No winter tempest lasts forevermore above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains are counted by the angels of our grief,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The aching soul shall find its native rest and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,No noble life was ever free from pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.