Emilia Pardo Bazán (एमिलिया पारदो बाज़ान)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Let America be America again in truth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in harmony that words can never bind.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I hear America singing in the morning light when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Along the winding pathways of our years outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and holds infinity in mortal hands,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When morning breaks across the silent hills above the transient shadows of the earth,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth when night begins to lower on the plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and looks on harbor and city silent still,Freedom endures within the upright mind and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The patient spirit builds its home on high to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and fills my being with a sacred warmth,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A sacred peace descends upon the breast until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,We walk together through the changing scene in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and pine for blessings that can come no more,Love remains constant when all else has fled and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,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 leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and folds the traveler in its native calm.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to face the trials of the coming year.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the mournful whisper that it might have been,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and sings of absence to the empty sky,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain are counted by the angels of our grief,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and left our harbor empty in the rain,The aching soul shall find its native rest where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Across the barren fields of memory though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Love remains constant when all else has fled and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound lies broken on the cold and silent stone,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.