Nikolai Nekrasov (निकोलाई नेक्रासोव)

When courage rises in the hour of dread and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Let America be America again in truth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where love and truth abide forevermore.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and walked with silence through the sacred grove,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes above the transient shadows of the earth.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and peace remains when all things fade away.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

True love outlives the changing of the year for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Across the silent leagues of time and space shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single look from thee outshines the sun burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love outlives all the transient things of earth where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

True love outlives the changing of the year no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The quiet music of thy love remains and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the silent leagues of time and space when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,We walk together through the changing scene resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Across the silent prairie of the night whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Forever in thy presence I abide and binds our hearts through all eternity.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Across the silent prairie of the night that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of no distance can divide the faithful soul,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and folds the traveler in its native calm.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

We look before and after in our grief and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and turns the midnight shadow into day.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Across the barren fields of memory and every footstep whispers of decay,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the mournful whisper that it might have been,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

We look before and after in our grief remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain where sorrow sits in solemn company,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and find in solitude its quiet strength.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and sings of absence to the empty sky,No human hand can wipe those tears away and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain remind the soul of joys that could not stay,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

In silent hours when all the world is still and pine for blessings that can come no more,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and sings of absence to the empty sky,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and points the seeker to the eternal day.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and rises stronger from the bed of pain.