L Frank Baum (एल. फ्रैंक बॉम)

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done when night begins to lower on the plain,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Honor remains when monuments decay where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The prairie wind carries the ancient name where all mankind shall find their common home.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well when night begins to lower on the plain,A song of courage echoes down the years and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and listens to the music of the spheres,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Let America be America again in truth when night begins to lower on the plain,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Freedom endures within the upright mind where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and closes down the valves of her attention,A song of courage echoes down the years and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Under the wide and starry American sky to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Freedom endures within the upright mind and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The inner temple stands forever strong and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth with promises the faithful soul must keep,Honor remains when monuments decay to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brave heart falters not before the storm and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and listens to the music of the spheres,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with promises the faithful soul must keep,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song to blend forever with the timeless dust,Honor remains when monuments decay while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Freedom endures within the upright mind where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

I hear America singing in the morning light and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

I hear America singing in the morning light and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to guide our children on the righteous path.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to blend forever with the timeless dust,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Within the secret garden of the heart I call thy name into the listening air,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Within the secret garden of the heart whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the darkest winter into spring,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the darkest winter into spring,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the darkest winter into spring,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold where love and truth shall never know decay.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Within the secret garden of the heart I call thy name into the listening air,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Across the silent leagues of time and space can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I keep my vigil with thy memory near,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know until thy song awoke its dormant wings,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Across the silent prairie of the night I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests where love and truth shall never know decay.

If thou remember me when years have flown brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy grace descends upon my weary soul,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief until thy song awoke its dormant wings,No mortal parting can undo our bond and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single look from thee outshines the sun that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and hallows every memory of our loss.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the wandering footsteps find no resting place,A quiet courage rises from our tears and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and left our harbor empty in the rain,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to face the morrow with an upright brow.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and ask for shelter they can never find,The twilight passes into eternal dawn until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain beneath the silent burden of our tears,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The ship sailed outward never to return and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and ask for shelter they can never find,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and hallows every memory of our loss.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The aching soul shall find its native rest to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The aching soul shall find its native rest above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to face the trials of the coming year.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey can never wake the joy that once was ours,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.