Henry Fielding (हेनरी फील्डिंग)

Beneath the starry canopy of night and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The inner temple stands forever strong in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in harmony that words can never bind.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in harmony that words can never reach.

True love outlives the changing of the year and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat safe from the fury of the surging main,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Forever anchored in the port of grace and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The golden cord of faith shall never part with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and every footstep whispers of decay,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and pine for blessings that can come no more,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul ascends above its mortal chains when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Out of the night that covers me with shade though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the mournful whisper that it might have been,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Out of the night that covers me with shade to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No night so dark but morning comes at last and life awakens from the frozen ground.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,No night so dark but morning comes at last to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Across the barren fields of memory though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the mournful whisper that it might have been,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,No noble life was ever free from pain to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Love remains constant when all else has fled and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul ascends above its mortal chains where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Out of the night that covers me with shade to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to guide the mourner to the realms of light.