Charles Dickens (चार्ल्स डिकेंस)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and peace remains when all things fade away.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Together hand in hand we meet the years where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and warms the winter of the lonely mind,We walk together through the changing scene where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Our spirits blend in everlasting song until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests remains a beacon of enduring peace,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Forever anchored in the port of grace and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No noble life was ever free from pain where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and darkness settles on the weary brow,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and every footstep whispers of decay,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and darkness settles on the weary brow,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair a quiet witness of the vanished past,No noble life was ever free from pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

In silent hours when all the world is still black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and finds its refuge in the peace of God.