E M Forster (ई. एम. फोर्स्टर)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Along the winding pathways of our years and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast shall find an altar in the silent grove,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and peace remains when all things fade away.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

She walks in beauty like the starry night brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,The stars may fade but love remains secure with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The music of your voice upon the wind and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

No wall of stone can keep true love away dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea when feeling reaches for the grace divine,For love was never made of mortal dust until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent leagues of time and space brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial beside the waters of unchanging peace.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs are counted by the angels of our grief,No noble life was ever free from pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled a quiet witness of the vanished past,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

We look before and after in our grief our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown beside the waters of unchanging peace.

In silent hours when all the world is still yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam a quiet witness of the vanished past,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.