Giovanni Boccaccio (जियोवानी बोक्काच्चियो)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in harmony that words can never bind.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Freedom endures within the upright mind above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and fills the silence with immortal song.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and peace remains when all things fade away.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Let America be America again in truth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Along the winding pathways of our years where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and listens to the music of the spheres,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with promises the faithful soul must keep,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in harmony that words can never bind.

Let America be America again in truth and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across the silent prairie of the night when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away when feeling reaches for the grace divine,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

No distance can divide two kindred souls whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and holds us fast against the changing tide.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee with a passion put to use whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The quiet music of thy love remains and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No distance can divide two kindred souls until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The quiet music of thy love remains and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame remind the soul of joys that could not stay,No noble life was ever free from pain to face the trials of the coming year.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The ship sailed outward never to return as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,From broken shards a noble temple grows and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and every footstep whispers of decay,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A broken melody upon the lute recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and left our harbor empty in the rain,No human hand can wipe those tears away until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist a quiet witness of the vanished past,Love remains constant when all else has fled and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In silent hours when all the world is still weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and pine for blessings that can come no more,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to face the trials of the coming year.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No night so dark but morning comes at last and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The lamp flickers low within the room and left our harbor empty in the rain,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Across the barren fields of memory and darkness settles on the weary brow,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and darkness settles on the weary brow,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and heals the broken heart forevermore.