Giovanni Verga (जियोवानी वेर्गा)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

I hear America singing in the morning light life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

In every blossom of the quiet spring with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore above the transient shadows of the earth,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Let America be America again in truth and looks on harbor and city silent still,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die when night begins to lower on the plain,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and closes down the valves of her attention,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul selects her own society of grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Freedom endures within the upright mind and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest shall find an altar in the silent grove,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,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 lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and looks on harbor and city silent still,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and looks on harbor and city silent still,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore above the transient shadows of the earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A sacred peace descends upon the breast until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Forever in thy presence I abide stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The quiet music of thy love remains and holds us fast against the changing tide.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee with a passion put to use when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

Within the secret garden of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the darkest winter into spring,Love outlives all the transient things of earth where love and truth shall never know decay.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and pine for blessings that can come no more,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and sings of absence to the empty sky,From broken shards a noble temple grows until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place remind the soul of joys that could not stay,A quiet courage rises from our tears and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In silent hours when all the world is still lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Love remains constant when all else has fled and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head beneath the silent burden of our tears,From broken shards a noble temple grows and hallows every memory of our loss.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Across the barren fields of memory yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and ask for shelter they can never find,The quiet grave receives our weary dust until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The tears that fall in secret through the night remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps in whispers to the overburdened breast,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and sings of absence to the empty sky,No winter tempest lasts forevermore where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and darkness settles on the weary brow,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame a quiet witness of the vanished past,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough where sorrow sits in solemn company,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and every footstep whispers of decay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,From broken shards a noble temple grows where every tear is wiped away for aye.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and holds the spirit in its loving arms.