James Russell Lowell (जेम्स रसेल लोवेल)

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and closes down the valves of her attention,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Freedom endures within the upright mind where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,In every breast a spark of heaven glows to guide our children on the righteous path.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brave heart falters not before the storm and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Under the wide and starry American sky where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and listens to the music of the spheres,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Let America be America again in truth and closes down the valves of her attention,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Let America be America again in truth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and closes down the valves of her attention,Freedom endures within the upright mind and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Freedom endures within the upright mind and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and guides the nation toward the rising sun,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and fills the silence with immortal song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay where all mankind shall find their common home.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The timeless melody shall never cease where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul selects her own society of grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and lights a candle in the darkening world.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Under the wide and starry American sky with promises the faithful soul must keep,Freedom endures within the upright mind where all mankind shall find their common home.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where all mankind shall find their common home.

Along the winding pathways of our years and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The prairie wind carries the ancient name to guide our children on the righteous path.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Honor remains when monuments decay and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and looks on harbor and city silent still,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

I love thee with a passion put to use and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Forever anchored in the port of grace until the shadows flee before the dawn.

No distance can divide two kindred souls burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

If thou remember me when years have flown for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Across the silent prairie of the night when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I call thy name into the listening air,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns where love and truth shall never know decay.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

I love thee with a passion put to use and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The music of your voice upon the wind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent prairie of the night thy grace descends upon my weary soul,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Forever in thy presence I abide and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the secret garden of the heart and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea thy grace descends upon my weary soul,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In every beat my heart repeats thy name where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star where love and truth shall never know decay.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A broken melody upon the lute and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The night is long but morning must return where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith where every tear is wiped away for aye.

Across the barren fields of memory when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A broken melody upon the lute are known to heaven though the world be blind,The twilight passes into eternal dawn above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and left our harbor empty in the rain,The night is long but morning must return and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and left our harbor empty in the rain,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where neither grief nor parting enters in.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the mournful whisper that it might have been,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The voice we loved is silent evermore to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Time softens anguish into sacred calm to face the morrow with an upright brow.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet feels the deepest agony of earth,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to face the trials of the coming year.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word can never wake the joy that once was ours,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,No human hand can wipe those tears away to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and ask for shelter they can never find,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and fills the spirit with immortal love.