Émile Zola (एमिल ज़ोला)

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

I hear America singing in the morning light while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to guide our children on the righteous path.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and charts the courses of eternal stars,The inner temple stands forever strong and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

I hear America singing in the morning light and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Honor remains when monuments decay and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Honor remains when monuments decay where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Under the wide and starry American sky beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Honor remains when monuments decay where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and peace remains when all things fade away.

Under the wide and starry American sky and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and fills the silence with immortal song.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where love and truth abide forevermore.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Under the wide and starry American sky and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

She walks in beauty like the starry night dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

If thou remember me when years have flown shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Forever in thy presence I abide and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the darkest winter into spring,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The quiet music of thy love remains and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single look from thee outshines the sun until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Within the secret garden of the heart and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and holds us fast against the changing tide.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I call thy name into the listening air,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and darkness settles on the weary brow,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lamp flickers low within the room and sings of absence to the empty sky,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and points the seeker to the eternal day.

In silent hours when all the world is still and darkness settles on the weary brow,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,From broken shards a noble temple grows when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to bless the lives of others in their need.

The tears that fall in secret through the night lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl a quiet witness of the vanished past,Love remains constant when all else has fled and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and left our harbor empty in the rain,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and darkness settles on the weary brow,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Time softens anguish into sacred calm to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,No night so dark but morning comes at last and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The lamp flickers low within the room where sorrow sits in solemn company,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.