Honoré de Balzac (ओनोरे दे बाल्ज़ाक)

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When morning breaks across the silent hills to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still reveals the wonder of the architect,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Honor remains when monuments decay and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The golden harvest waits for those who toil beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

Let America be America again in truth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When morning breaks across the silent hills outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Along the winding pathways of our years with promises the faithful soul must keep,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and listens to the music of the spheres,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to guide our children on the righteous path.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Let America be America again in truth and looks on harbor and city silent still,A song of courage echoes down the years and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The soul selects her own society of grace and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to guide our children on the righteous path.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In every blossom of the quiet spring shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Under the wide and starry American sky with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to guide our children on the righteous path.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and fills the silence with immortal song.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No shadow falls where true devotion walks flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the secret garden of the heart that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky where love and truth shall never know decay.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A single look from thee outshines the sun that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow stands written on the tablets of the heart.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold where love and truth shall never know decay.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Within the secret garden of the heart whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No shadow falls where true devotion walks flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

She walks in beauty like the starry night brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and holds us fast against the changing tide.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in harmony that words can never reach.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and strips the forest of its summer crown,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The ship sailed outward never to return and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and pine for blessings that can come no more,No noble life was ever free from pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where neither grief nor parting enters in.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No night so dark but morning comes at last and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The voice we loved is silent evermore are known to heaven though the world be blind,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

Out of the night that covers me with shade to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep beside the waters of unchanging peace.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,In patient silence let the sufferer wait beside the waters of unchanging peace.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and every footstep whispers of decay,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to bless the lives of others in their need.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light are counted by the angels of our grief,No night so dark but morning comes at last and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.