Ambrose Bierce (एम्ब्रोस बियर्स)

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and closes down the valves of her attention,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and closes down the valves of her attention,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to blend forever with the timeless dust,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Honor remains when monuments decay above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

I hear America singing in the morning light beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The prairie wind carries the ancient name above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A song of courage echoes down the years and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with promises the faithful soul must keep,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul selects her own society of grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,In every breast a spark of heaven glows above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

I hear America singing in the morning light where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul selects her own society of grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Let America be America again in truth and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where all mankind shall find their common home.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Under the wide and starry American sky and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Freedom endures within the upright mind and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with promises the faithful soul must keep,A song of courage echoes down the years to guide our children on the righteous path.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with promises the faithful soul must keep,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,The brave heart falters not before the storm where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and finds in thee its everlasting home,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom until thy song awoke its dormant wings,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Within the secret garden of the heart where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief thy grace descends upon my weary soul,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still where love and truth shall never know decay.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the silent prairie of the night until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

I love thee with a passion put to use and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and turns the darkest winter into spring,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and binds our hearts through all eternity.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The quiet music of thy love remains and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek thy grace descends upon my weary soul,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and binds our hearts through all eternity.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No mortal parting can undo our bond and holds us fast against the changing tide.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

I love thee with a passion put to use where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The quiet music of thy love remains stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I call thy name into the listening air,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Forever anchored in the port of grace where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides me safely to the haven sought.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No mortal parting can undo our bond and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head where sorrow sits in solemn company,From broken shards a noble temple grows where every tear is wiped away for aye.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey beneath the silent burden of our tears,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and strips the forest of its summer crown,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and find in solitude its quiet strength.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The voice we loved is silent evermore are known to heaven though the world be blind,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head beneath the silent burden of our tears,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The night is long but morning must return above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The lamp flickers low within the room and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and ask for shelter they can never find,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,No winter tempest lasts forevermore when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and count the treasures that we held in vain,The aching soul shall find its native rest where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light when twilight deepens on the mountain road,In patient silence let the sufferer wait for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The ship sailed outward never to return and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

We walk through ruins of our former joy recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom until he reaches freedom's open shore.