Thornton Wilder (थॉर्नटन वाइल्डर)

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to guide our children on the righteous path.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Let America be America again in truth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to blend forever with the timeless dust,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Let America be America again in truth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Honor remains when monuments decay to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song to blend forever with the timeless dust,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The soul selects her own society of grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and charts the courses of eternal stars,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and looks on harbor and city silent still,In every breast a spark of heaven glows above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and fills the silence with immortal song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast with promises the faithful soul must keep,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with promises the faithful soul must keep,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul selects her own society of grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A song of courage echoes down the years and fills the silence with immortal song.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still above the transient shadows of the earth,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A song of courage echoes down the years and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,Honor remains when monuments decay and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

True love outlives the changing of the year no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the roughest road to holy ground,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and fills my being with a sacred warmth,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide where love and truth shall never know decay.

I love thee with a passion put to use and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the secret garden of the heart until thy song awoke its dormant wings,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 turns the darkest winter into spring,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm no distance can divide the faithful soul,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee with a passion put to use burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The quiet music of thy love remains and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and binds our hearts through all eternity.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The quiet music of thy love remains and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The quiet music of thy love remains and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and holds us fast against the changing tide.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the darkest winter into spring,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and binds our hearts through all eternity.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The music of your voice upon the wind remains a beacon of enduring peace,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and felt the darkness enter in our souls,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where every tear is wiped away for aye.

Out of the night that covers me with shade black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough beneath the silent burden of our tears,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and hallows every memory of our loss.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when twilight deepens on the mountain road,A quiet courage rises from our tears and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The night is long but morning must return and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul until he reaches freedom's open shore.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and sings of absence to the empty sky,No winter tempest lasts forevermore to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and leaves an ache that time can never heal,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and hallows every memory of our loss.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and strips the forest of its summer crown,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and hallows every memory of our loss.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth beneath the silent burden of our tears,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and points the seeker to the eternal day.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The ship sailed outward never to return and left our harbor empty in the rain,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to face the morrow with an upright brow.