Anatole France (अनातोले फ्रांस)

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Let America be America again in truth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Freedom endures within the upright mind where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

In every blossom of the quiet spring shall find an altar in the silent grove,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and fills the silence with immortal song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in harmony that words can never bind.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Honor remains when monuments decay and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brave heart falters not before the storm to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where all mankind shall find their common home.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Honor remains when monuments decay and fills the silence with immortal song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Let America be America again in truth to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A song of courage echoes down the years and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and found it radiant in thy quiet face,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and leads us gently to the promised peace.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

True love outlives the changing of the year and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,For love was never made of mortal dust in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The music of your voice upon the wind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Forever anchored in the port of grace until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the secret garden of the heart whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,No noble life was ever free from pain and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and every footstep whispers of decay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No noble life was ever free from pain for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor are known to heaven though the world be blind,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to face the trials of the coming year.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light in whispers to the overburdened breast,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and darkness settles on the weary brow,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl are counted by the angels of our grief,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam are counted by the angels of our grief,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to face the trials of the coming year.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and ask for shelter they can never find,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains a quiet witness of the vanished past,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

We look before and after in our grief black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Across the barren fields of memory a quiet witness of the vanished past,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.