Thomas More (थॉमस मोर)

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and charts the courses of eternal stars,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The inner temple stands forever strong where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The quiet light of virtue cannot die in harmony that words can never bind.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In solemn contemplation of the skies outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast shall find an altar in the silent grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together hand in hand we meet the years and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

True love outlives the changing of the year for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years until the shadows flee before the dawn.

No wall of stone can keep true love away no distance can divide the faithful soul,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and love remains when all things pass away.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The stars may fade but love remains secure for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Together hand in hand we meet the years and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Across the silent leagues of time and space burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part until the shadows flee before the dawn.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound a quiet witness of the vanished past,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and every footstep whispers of decay,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the mournful whisper that it might have been,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and pine for blessings that can come no more,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and darkness settles on the weary brow,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast to face the trials of the coming year.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and shines radiant through the passing storm.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

We look before and after in our grief remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to bless the lives of others in their need.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk yet feels the deepest agony of earth,A quiet courage rises from our tears and shines radiant through the passing storm.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and folds the traveler in its native calm.