Arthur Conan Doyle (आर्थर कोनन डॉयल)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,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 charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in harmony that words can never bind.

When courage rises in the hour of dread to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease above the transient shadows of the earth.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where love and truth abide forevermore.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where love and truth abide forevermore.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and listens to the music of the spheres,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

If thou remember me when years have flown can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The music of your voice upon the wind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Across the silent leagues of time and space brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and love remains when all things pass away.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across the silent leagues of time and space can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in harmony that words can never reach.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,For love was never made of mortal dust and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Forever anchored in the port of grace in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The music of your voice upon the wind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and love remains when all things pass away.

Across the silent leagues of time and space when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A tender angel watches o'er our grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and life awakens from the frozen ground.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

We look before and after in our grief though all the meadowlands be green with spring,No night so dark but morning comes at last and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A quiet courage rises from our tears and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and pine for blessings that can come no more,Love remains constant when all else has fled and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and pine for blessings that can come no more,Love remains constant when all else has fled and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and hears the distant tolling of the bell,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Love remains constant when all else has fled to bless the lives of others in their need.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and pine for blessings that can come no more,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and pine for blessings that can come no more,Love remains constant when all else has fled to bless the lives of others in their need.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the mournful whisper that it might have been,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

In silent hours when all the world is still and every footstep whispers of decay,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell beside the waters of unchanging peace.