Jack London (जैक लंदन)

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and looks on harbor and city silent still,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where all mankind shall find their common home.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I hear America singing in the morning light where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Under the wide and starry American sky and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A song of courage echoes down the years and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A song of courage echoes down the years while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Let America be America again in truth and looks on harbor and city silent still,A song of courage echoes down the years and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brave heart falters not before the storm above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Honor remains when monuments decay and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When courage rises in the hour of dread with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and fills the silence with immortal song.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where all mankind shall find their common home.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where all mankind shall find their common home.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to guide our children on the righteous path.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace when night begins to lower on the plain,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

I hear America singing in the morning light beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever in thy presence I abide and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the darkest winter into spring,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of remains a beacon of enduring peace,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No distance can divide two kindred souls that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

No wall of stone can keep true love away no distance can divide the faithful soul,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the secret garden of the heart thy grace descends upon my weary soul,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and binds our hearts through all eternity.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I keep my vigil with thy memory near,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and binds our hearts through all eternity.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Forever in thy presence I abide and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Across the silent prairie of the night thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in harmony that words can never reach.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread where love and truth shall never know decay.

Across the silent prairie of the night where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I call thy name into the listening air,The quiet music of thy love remains and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy love is better than the richest wine burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and sings of absence to the empty sky,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The lamp flickers low within the room as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and sings of absence to the empty sky,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and hallows every memory of our loss.

A broken melody upon the lute and count the treasures that we held in vain,No human hand can wipe those tears away above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Old memories knock upon the silent door to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and ask for shelter they can never find,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and find in solitude its quiet strength.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and sings of absence to the empty sky,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

We look before and after in our grief when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No noble life was ever free from pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and strips the forest of its summer crown,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The lamp flickers low within the room can never wake the joy that once was ours,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A broken melody upon the lute and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The voice we loved is silent evermore are known to heaven though the world be blind,The night is long but morning must return and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and holds the spirit in its loving arms.