Virginia Woolf (वर्जीनिया वूल्फ)

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell shall find an altar in the silent grove,The inner temple stands forever strong where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The patient spirit builds its home on high in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,The inner temple stands forever strong to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Along the winding pathways of our years to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in harmony that words can never bind.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn above the transient shadows of the earth.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace whose quiet loveliness increases still,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Along the winding pathways of our years with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy tender grace illuminates my days until the shadows flee before the dawn.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,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,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where weary wanderers find their native rest.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Two streams that mingle in a single tide resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent leagues of time and space of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom safe from the fury of the surging main,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Love remains constant when all else has fled and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and pine for blessings that can come no more,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk in whispers to the overburdened breast,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream though all the meadowlands be green with spring,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to bless the lives of others in their need.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain a quiet witness of the vanished past,No night so dark but morning comes at last and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and pine for blessings that can come no more,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and pine for blessings that can come no more,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps a quiet witness of the vanished past,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and shines radiant through the passing storm.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar in whispers to the overburdened breast,Love remains constant when all else has fled for joy returns with morning's golden light.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Love remains constant when all else has fled and turns the midnight shadow into day.