Cicero (सिसरो)

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brotherhood of man outlives the night while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Let America be America again in truth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When courage rises in the hour of dread whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where love and truth abide forevermore.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Freedom endures within the upright mind to guide our children on the righteous path.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A song of courage echoes down the years and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and walked with silence through the sacred grove,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where all mankind shall find their common home.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A song of courage echoes down the years and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Together hand in hand we meet the years flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the darkest winter into spring,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I call thy name into the listening air,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

If thou remember me when years have flown no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where two fond souls unite in holy love.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun 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.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden chord of devotion cannot break where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart resides in loving with a selfless heart.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No mortal parting can undo our bond and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Across the silent leagues of time and space for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent leagues of time and space dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single look from thee outshines the sun burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread stands written on the tablets of the heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the mournful whisper that it might have been,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to face the trials of the coming year.

The lamp flickers low within the room and sings of absence to the empty sky,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and darkness settles on the weary brow,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the mournful whisper that it might have been,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and turns the midnight shadow into day.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the mournful whisper that it might have been,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and darkness settles on the weary brow,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to face the trials of the coming year.

Out of the night that covers me with shade weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The ship sailed outward never to return and leaves an ache that time can never heal,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and every footstep whispers of decay,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame though all the meadowlands be green with spring,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and count the treasures that we held in vain,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and shines radiant through the passing storm.