Eudora Welty (यूडोरा वेल्टी)

Let America be America again in truth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Let America be America again in truth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Freedom endures within the upright mind and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and closes down the valves of her attention,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea that whispers through the tumult of the age,The patient spirit builds its home on high in harmony that words can never bind.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A song of courage echoes down the years to guide our children on the righteous path.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

I hear America singing in the morning light with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to guide our children on the righteous path.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Freedom endures within the upright mind and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The river carries our hopes toward the deep while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Under the wide and starry American sky when night begins to lower on the plain,A song of courage echoes down the years above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The soul selects her own society of grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd when night begins to lower on the plain,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to guide our children on the righteous path.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where all mankind shall find their common home.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul selects her own society of grace and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with promises the faithful soul must keep,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with promises the faithful soul must keep,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and fills the silence with immortal song.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Under the wide and starry American sky and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Beneath the starry canopy of night reveals the wonder of the architect,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Let America be America again in truth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Under the wide and starry American sky and closes down the valves of her attention,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and holds us fast against the changing tide.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and love remains when all things pass away.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A single look from thee outshines the sun until thy song awoke its dormant wings,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace stands written on the tablets of the heart.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and binds our hearts through all eternity.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

No wall of stone can keep true love away when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

No wall of stone can keep true love away burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,Forever in thy presence I abide and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Across the silent prairie of the night and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

True love outlives the changing of the year my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I call thy name into the listening air,The quiet music of thy love remains and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In every beat my heart repeats thy name stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground can never wake the joy that once was ours,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and hallows every memory of our loss.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and hallows every memory of our loss.

The ship sailed outward never to return are known to heaven though the world be blind,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and points the seeker to the eternal day.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the mournful whisper that it might have been,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,No human hand can wipe those tears away and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Old memories knock upon the silent door where sorrow sits in solemn company,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and find in solitude its quiet strength.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men in whispers to the overburdened breast,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and sings of absence to the empty sky,The aching soul shall find its native rest and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

A broken melody upon the lute beneath the silent burden of our tears,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and strips the forest of its summer crown,The night is long but morning must return and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and left our harbor empty in the rain,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The twilight passes into eternal dawn above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Out of the night that covers me with shade our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The ship sailed outward never to return and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The voice we loved is silent evermore while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.