Novalis (नोवालिस)

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and charts the courses of eternal stars,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to blend forever with the timeless dust,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,Freedom endures within the upright mind where all mankind shall find their common home.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

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 and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to blend forever with the timeless dust,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Freedom endures within the upright mind where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brave heart falters not before the storm to guide our children on the righteous path.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A song of courage echoes down the years where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brave heart falters not before the storm and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet where love and truth shall never know decay.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,We walk together through the changing scene where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I call thy name into the listening air,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy love is better than the richest wine until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

No wall of stone can keep true love away dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Across the silent leagues of time and space I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

In silent hours when all the world is still and every footstep whispers of decay,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to face the trials of the coming year.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the mournful whisper that it might have been,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and darkness settles on the weary brow,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and ask for shelter they can never find,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and fills the spirit with immortal love.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No noble life was ever free from pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

We look before and after in our grief and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and left our harbor empty in the rain,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor can never wake the joy that once was ours,No human hand can wipe those tears away and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and darkness settles on the weary brow,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring beside the waters of unchanging peace.

We look before and after in our grief and every footstep whispers of decay,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and ask for shelter they can never find,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and fills the spirit with immortal love.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled in whispers to the overburdened breast,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,No human hand can wipe those tears away to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and holds the spirit in its loving arms.