Eugene O'Neill (यूजीन ओ'नील)

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A song of courage echoes down the years and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to blend forever with the timeless dust,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and fills the silence with immortal song.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where all mankind shall find their common home.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Let America be America again in truth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and looks on harbor and city silent still,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and fills the silence with immortal song.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

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 leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Under the wide and starry American sky with promises the faithful soul must keep,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where all mankind shall find their common home.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to guide our children on the righteous path.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Honor remains when monuments decay to guide our children on the righteous path.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Let America be America again in truth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and looks on harbor and city silent still,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where all mankind shall find their common home.

The soul selects her own society of grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high to guide our children on the righteous path.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done when night begins to lower on the plain,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where all mankind shall find their common home.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Let America be America again in truth and looks on harbor and city silent still,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where all mankind shall find their common home.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The quiet music of thy love remains and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

If thou remember me when years have flown and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the darkest winter into spring,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Across the silent prairie of the night and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Forever in thy presence I abide and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I call thy name into the listening air,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Within the secret garden of the heart and found it radiant in thy quiet face,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet where love and truth shall never know decay.

Across the silent prairie of the night and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold where love and truth shall never know decay.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and turns the darkest winter into spring,The golden chord of devotion cannot break stands written on the tablets of the heart.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Love outlives all the transient things of earth where love and truth shall never know decay.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Forever in thy presence I abide where love and truth shall never know decay.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The quiet music of thy love remains and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Forever in thy presence I abide where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,Forever in thy presence I abide and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Time softens anguish into sacred calm where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost beneath the silent burden of our tears,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream when twilight deepens on the mountain road,A quiet courage rises from our tears and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Old memories knock upon the silent door can never wake the joy that once was ours,The twilight passes into eternal dawn above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Time softens anguish into sacred calm where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,From broken shards a noble temple grows and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and pine for blessings that can come no more,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to face the trials of the coming year.

The ship sailed outward never to return and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and hallows every memory of our loss.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and sings of absence to the empty sky,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The night is long but morning must return where every tear is wiped away for aye.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust where sorrow sits in solemn company,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and left our harbor empty in the rain,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Out of the night that covers me with shade weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and sings of absence to the empty sky,No human hand can wipe those tears away and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and finds its refuge in the peace of God.