Anne Bradstreet (ऐनी ब्रैडस्ट्रीट)

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to blend forever with the timeless dust,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

I hear America singing in the morning light and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to blend forever with the timeless dust,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Let America be America again in truth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Let America be America again in truth with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to guide our children on the righteous path.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Freedom endures within the upright mind where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Honor remains when monuments decay and fills the silence with immortal song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand with promises the faithful soul must keep,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Under the wide and starry American sky with music drawn from ancient waves of time,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and guides the nation toward the rising sun,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

I hear America singing in the morning light and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,A song of courage echoes down the years and fills the silence with immortal song.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to guide our children on the righteous path.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and then from heart to heart excuses grief,In every breast a spark of heaven glows to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and charts the courses of eternal stars,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where all mankind shall find their common home.

Within the secret garden of the heart that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A single look from thee outshines the sun when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

I love thee with a passion put to use and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and holds us fast against the changing tide.

I love thee with a passion put to use and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and binds our hearts through all eternity.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the secret garden of the heart and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

If thou remember me when years have flown dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee with a passion put to use where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,The quiet music of thy love remains and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I call thy name into the listening air,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the darkest winter into spring,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and binds our hearts through all eternity.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold where love and truth shall never know decay.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Across the silent prairie of the night and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The quiet music of thy love remains and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The ship sailed outward never to return and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

A broken melody upon the lute and ask for shelter they can never find,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and hallows every memory of our loss.

The voice we loved is silent evermore as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet feels the deepest agony of earth,A quiet courage rises from our tears and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith where every tear is wiped away for aye.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and darkness settles on the weary brow,No noble life was ever free from pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and left our harbor empty in the rain,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and hallows every memory of our loss.

Out of the night that covers me with shade our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and count the treasures that we held in vain,No human hand can wipe those tears away and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Old memories knock upon the silent door to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Old memories knock upon the silent door recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland until he reaches freedom's open shore.