Paul Laurence Dunbar (पॉल लॉरेंस डनबर)

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and charts the courses of eternal stars,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Under the wide and starry American sky and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to guide our children on the righteous path.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Let America be America again in truth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The soul selects her own society of grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A song of courage echoes down the years where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brave heart falters not before the storm and lights a candle in the darkening world.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and closes down the valves of her attention,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and fills the silence with immortal song.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and fills the silence with immortal song.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul selects her own society of grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and closes down the valves of her attention,A song of courage echoes down the years and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Under the wide and starry American sky and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and looks on harbor and city silent still,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and looks on harbor and city silent still,Honor remains when monuments decay and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy constancy outshines the evening star stands written on the tablets of the heart.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and fills my being with a sacred warmth,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the secret garden of the heart and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Forever in thy presence I abide and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I call thy name into the listening air,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides me safely to the haven sought.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

No distance can divide two kindred souls burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy love is better than the richest wine burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love outlives all the transient things of earth stands written on the tablets of the heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Forever in thy presence I abide and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Across the silent prairie of the night when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Within the secret garden of the heart and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and find in solitude its quiet strength.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The lamp flickers low within the room and ask for shelter they can never find,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and pine for blessings that can come no more,No noble life was ever free from pain and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and strips the forest of its summer crown,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and hears the distant tolling of the bell,No noble life was ever free from pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and left our harbor empty in the rain,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain where sorrow sits in solemn company,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom 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,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Old memories knock upon the silent door as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and fills the spirit with immortal love.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and ask for shelter they can never find,The aching soul shall find its native rest and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A broken melody upon the lute and ask for shelter they can never find,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The lamp flickers low within the room and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame a quiet witness of the vanished past,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland above the storms of this tempestuous earth.