Juliusz Słowacki (यूलियुश स्लोवास्की)

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Freedom endures within the upright mind and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Honor remains when monuments decay and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and listens to the music of the spheres,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The soul selects her own society of grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and fills the silence with immortal song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore above the transient shadows of the earth,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul selects her own society of grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where all mankind shall find their common home.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to guide our children on the righteous path.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Under the wide and starry American sky and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No mortal parting can undo our bond and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

True love outlives the changing of the year when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent prairie of the night and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and holds us fast against the changing tide.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee with a passion put to use and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and love remains when all things pass away.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and found it radiant in thy quiet face,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee with a passion put to use and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I love thee with a passion put to use thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and pine for blessings that can come no more,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,No noble life was ever free from pain and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Old memories knock upon the silent door recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The night is long but morning must return above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The heavy burden that the silent bear lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair are counted by the angels of our grief,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and left our harbor empty in the rain,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled in whispers to the overburdened breast,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove beneath the silent burden of our tears,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and find in solitude its quiet strength.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men are counted by the angels of our grief,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

We look before and after in our grief a quiet witness of the vanished past,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and scatter all the darkness of our tears.