Robert Penn Warren (रॉबर्ट पेन वॉरेन)

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and fills the silence with immortal song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to blend forever with the timeless dust,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Let America be America again in truth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and fills the silence with immortal song.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still 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 fog comes on silent little cat feet to blend forever with the timeless dust,A song of courage echoes down the years and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song to blend forever with the timeless dust,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

I hear America singing in the morning light with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Honor remains when monuments decay and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Freedom endures within the upright mind and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Under the wide and starry American sky with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Under the wide and starry American sky when night begins to lower on the plain,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Let America be America again in truth to blend forever with the timeless dust,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where all mankind shall find their common home.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Forever in thy presence I abide and guides me safely to the haven sought.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Forever in thy presence I abide and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

I love thee with a passion put to use and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I call thy name into the listening air,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

I love thee with a passion put to use and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and finds in thee its everlasting home,No mortal parting can undo our bond and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years stands written on the tablets of the heart.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

I love thee with a passion put to use burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky stands written on the tablets of the heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Within the secret garden of the heart I call thy name into the listening air,The quiet music of thy love remains and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the roughest road to holy ground,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the secret garden of the heart and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain can never wake the joy that once was ours,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain are counted by the angels of our grief,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire where sorrow sits in solemn company,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Time softens anguish into sacred calm to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to face the trials of the coming year.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain are known to heaven though the world be blind,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The ship sailed outward never to return are known to heaven though the world be blind,The night is long but morning must return where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and count the treasures that we held in vain,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross until he reaches freedom's open shore.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and hallows every memory of our loss.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and count the treasures that we held in vain,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A quiet courage rises from our tears and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor where sorrow sits in solemn company,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and left our harbor empty in the rain,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine where neither grief nor parting enters in.