Jules Verne (जूल वर्न)

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Honor remains when monuments decay and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Let America be America again in truth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where all mankind shall find their common home.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way with promises the faithful soul must keep,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

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 to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The soul selects her own society of grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and charts the courses of eternal stars,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

I hear America singing in the morning light and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and fills the silence with immortal song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The soul selects her own society of grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star where love and truth shall never know decay.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of no distance can divide the faithful soul,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

No distance can divide two kindred souls thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,For love was never made of mortal dust and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No mortal parting can undo our bond and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee with a passion put to use I call thy name into the listening air,The quiet music of thy love remains and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent leagues of time and space brings healing comfort to the listening ear,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent prairie of the night until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

No wall of stone can keep true love away no distance can divide the faithful soul,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and darkness settles on the weary brow,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

In silent hours when all the world is still are counted by the angels of our grief,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The lamp flickers low within the room and strips the forest of its summer crown,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and fills the spirit with immortal love.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam remind the soul of joys that could not stay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the mournful whisper that it might have been,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to face the trials of the coming year.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The heavy burden that the silent bear in whispers to the overburdened breast,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Old memories knock upon the silent door can never wake the joy that once was ours,The quiet grave receives our weary dust where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and pine for blessings that can come no more,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Out of the night that covers me with shade our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and ask for shelter they can never find,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No night so dark but morning comes at last and turns the midnight shadow into day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled are counted by the angels of our grief,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.