Horace (होरेस)

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brave heart falters not before the storm and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Honor remains when monuments decay and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while weary travelers find their native rest,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and lights a candle in the darkening world.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and peace remains when all things fade away.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Let America be America again in truth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where all mankind shall find their common home.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and charts the courses of eternal stars,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in harmony that words can never bind.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and listens to the music of the spheres,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

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 and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and fills my being with a sacred warmth,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part until the shadows flee before the dawn.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The stars may fade but love remains secure until the shadows flee before the dawn.

No distance can divide two kindred souls until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The quiet music of thy love remains and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast with courage born of faith that cannot die.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy grace descends upon my weary soul,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign 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 music of your voice upon the wind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and turns the darkest winter into spring,In every beat my heart repeats thy name stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour I care not if the careless world forgets,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee with a passion put to use and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place though all the meadowlands be green with spring,A tender angel watches o'er our grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and hallows every memory of our loss.

Out of the night that covers me with shade rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to face the trials of the coming year.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire can never wake the joy that once was ours,The aching soul shall find its native rest where neither grief nor parting enters in.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist in whispers to the overburdened breast,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A broken melody upon the lute and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl though all the meadowlands be green with spring,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The lamp flickers low within the room to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and hears the distant tolling of the bell,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to bless the lives of others in their need.

Out of the night that covers me with shade lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and turns the darkest sorrow into light.