Herman Melville (हर्मन मेलविले)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm where all mankind shall find their common home.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well when night begins to lower on the plain,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In every blossom of the quiet spring with promises the faithful soul must keep,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with promises the faithful soul must keep,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and closes down the valves of her attention,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to guide our children on the righteous path.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brave heart falters not before the storm and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest shall find an altar in the silent grove,The inner temple stands forever strong and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The soul selects her own society of grace when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and lights a candle in the darkening world.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand with promises the faithful soul must keep,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

I hear America singing in the morning light 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.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

I hear America singing in the morning light life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where all mankind shall find their common home.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Under the wide and starry American sky and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to guide our children on the righteous path.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and looks on harbor and city silent still,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Within the secret garden of the heart whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the secret garden of the heart I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent prairie of the night that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

If thou remember me when years have flown no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Across the silent prairie of the night that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single look from thee outshines the sun whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The quiet music of thy love remains and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide no distance can divide the faithful soul,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In every beat my heart repeats thy name stands written on the tablets of the heart.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and strips the forest of its summer crown,The aching soul shall find its native rest and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,No human hand can wipe those tears away and hallows every memory of our loss.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and left our harbor empty in the rain,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The ship sailed outward never to return where sorrow sits in solemn company,The night is long but morning must return until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and ask for shelter they can never find,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth can never wake the joy that once was ours,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground beneath the silent burden of our tears,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to bless the lives of others in their need.

We walk through ruins of our former joy to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Time softens anguish into sacred calm to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The ship sailed outward never to return can never wake the joy that once was ours,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The ship sailed outward never to return and count the treasures that we held in vain,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone to face the morrow with an upright brow.