Thomas Hardy (थॉमस हार्डी)

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Along the winding pathways of our years shall find an altar in the silent grove,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in harmony that words can never bind.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Along the winding pathways of our years shall find an altar in the silent grove,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease where love and truth abide forevermore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust and lives immortal in the realm of light.

If thou remember me when years have flown for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A sacred peace descends upon the breast with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene in harmony that words can never reach.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and love remains when all things pass away.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

True love outlives the changing of the year and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and love remains when all things pass away.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Together hand in hand we meet the years and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The heavy burden that the silent bear rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the mournful whisper that it might have been,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and life awakens from the frozen ground.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to face the trials of the coming year.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair a quiet witness of the vanished past,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar are counted by the angels of our grief,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and darkness settles on the weary brow,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar in whispers to the overburdened breast,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak the mournful whisper that it might have been,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The heavy burden that the silent bear rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The soul ascends above its mortal chains for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Out of the night that covers me with shade are counted by the angels of our grief,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and pine for blessings that can come no more,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.