Daniel Defoe (डेनियल डिफो)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A deeper truth awakens in the mind above the transient shadows of the earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and listens to the music of the spheres,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts the courses of eternal stars,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Along the winding pathways of our years to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea reveals the wonder of the architect,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and peace remains when all things fade away.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The golden cord of faith shall never part in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

We look before and after in our grief the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Love remains constant when all else has fled and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream are counted by the angels of our grief,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and every footstep whispers of decay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret through the night when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to bless the lives of others in their need.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the wandering footsteps find no resting place,No noble life was ever free from pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps are counted by the angels of our grief,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and every footstep whispers of decay,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and life awakens from the frozen ground.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A quiet courage rises from our tears and life awakens from the frozen ground.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.