Stephen Crane (स्टीफन क्रेन)

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Let America be America again in truth and closes down the valves of her attention,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all when night begins to lower on the plain,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Freedom endures within the upright mind above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn 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.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and closes down the valves of her attention,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to guide our children on the righteous path.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Freedom endures within the upright mind and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The soul selects her own society of grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to blend forever with the timeless dust,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,The inner temple stands forever strong where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and fills the silence with immortal song.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to guide our children on the righteous path.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where love and truth abide forevermore.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A song of courage echoes down the years and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brave heart falters not before the storm to guide our children on the righteous path.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brave heart falters not before the storm to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

True love outlives the changing of the year when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I call thy name into the listening air,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I love thee with a passion put to use and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The golden chord of devotion cannot break stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I call thy name into the listening air,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and found it radiant in thy quiet face,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The quiet music of thy love remains and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee with a passion put to use burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the darkest winter into spring,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Forever in thy presence I abide and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee with a passion put to use and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years where love and truth shall never know decay.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Forever in thy presence I abide and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and ask for shelter they can never find,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,From broken shards a noble temple grows to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and hallows every memory of our loss.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and ask for shelter they can never find,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground beneath the silent burden of our tears,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men remind the soul of joys that could not stay,No night so dark but morning comes at last and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and points the seeker to the eternal day.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and find in solitude its quiet strength.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Time softens anguish into sacred calm until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A broken melody upon the lute recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Time softens anguish into sacred calm to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,From broken shards a noble temple grows where every tear is wiped away for aye.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and strips the forest of its summer crown,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No noble life was ever free from pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night beneath the silent burden of our tears,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The ship sailed outward never to return as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground where sorrow sits in solemn company,The night is long but morning must return and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

In silent hours when all the world is still when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,No night so dark but morning comes at last and heals the broken heart forevermore.