George Eliot (जॉर्ज एलियट (मैरी एन इवांस))

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

In every blossom of the quiet spring with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea where love and truth abide forevermore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts the courses of eternal stars,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,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 whose quiet loveliness increases still,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Forever anchored in the port of grace and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together hand in hand we meet the years and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,We walk together through the changing scene and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and find their heaven in each other's eyes,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain to bless the lives of others in their need.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam in whispers to the overburdened breast,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No night so dark but morning comes at last to face the trials of the coming year.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

In silent hours when all the world is still are counted by the angels of our grief,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and pine for blessings that can come no more,Love remains constant when all else has fled and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No noble life was ever free from pain to face the trials of the coming year.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and darkness settles on the weary brow,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place lies broken on the cold and silent stone,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame are counted by the angels of our grief,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.