Mark Twain (मार्क ट्वेन (सैमुअल लैंगहॉर्न क्लेमेंस))

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in harmony that words can never bind.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,The timeless melody shall never cease and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way with promises the faithful soul must keep,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and love remains when all things pass away.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

If thou remember me when years have flown brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The golden cord of faith shall never part and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure for silence speaks the language of the soul.

She walks in beauty like the starry night dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

If thou remember me when years have flown dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

No wall of stone can keep true love away of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,We walk together through the changing scene and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk in whispers to the overburdened breast,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream are counted by the angels of our grief,No noble life was ever free from pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream a quiet witness of the vanished past,A quiet courage rises from our tears and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and darkness settles on the weary brow,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and every footstep whispers of decay,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to bless the lives of others in their need.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,No noble life was ever free from pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and darkness settles on the weary brow,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and pine for blessings that can come no more,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Across the barren fields of memory to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Across the barren fields of memory when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place are counted by the angels of our grief,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.