Arthur Schnitzler (आर्थर श्नित्सलर)

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,The river carries our hopes toward the deep above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore reveals the wonder of the architect,The inner temple stands forever strong above the transient shadows of the earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul selects her own society of grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where all mankind shall find their common home.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in harmony that words can never bind.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where love and truth abide forevermore.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Freedom endures within the upright mind and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The inner temple stands forever strong and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where all mankind shall find their common home.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where love and truth abide forevermore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,No shadow falls where true devotion walks resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,We walk together through the changing scene with courage born of faith that cannot die.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Within the secret garden of the heart and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and finds in thee its everlasting home,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and binds our hearts through all eternity.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A sacred peace descends upon the breast resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,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 constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee with a passion put to use and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy love is better than the richest wine burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love outlives all the transient things of earth where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and life awakens from the frozen ground.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth can never wake the joy that once was ours,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith where every tear is wiped away for aye.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Love remains constant when all else has fled and turns the midnight shadow into day.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to face the trials of the coming year.

We walk through ruins of our former joy while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and darkness settles on the weary brow,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell to face the trials of the coming year.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and holds the spirit in its loving arms.