Washington Allston (वाशिंगटन ऑलस्टन)

Let America be America again in truth and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and fills the silence with immortal song.

In solemn contemplation of the skies outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where all mankind shall find their common home.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul selects her own society of grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The prairie wind carries the ancient name to guide our children on the righteous path.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and closes down the valves of her attention,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and looks on harbor and city silent still,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Freedom endures within the upright mind and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and looks on harbor and city silent still,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to guide our children on the righteous path.

In solemn contemplation of the skies outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Let America be America again in truth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and fills the silence with immortal song.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Let America be America again in truth with promises the faithful soul must keep,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with music drawn from ancient waves of time,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The soul selects her own society of grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and closes down the valves of her attention,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides me safely to the haven sought.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I call thy name into the listening air,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread where love and truth shall never know decay.

If thou remember me when years have flown shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

A single look from thee outshines the sun burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,For love was never made of mortal dust with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single look from thee outshines the sun until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where love and truth shall never know decay.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy love is better than the richest wine until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Across the silent prairie of the night burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I love thee with a passion put to use thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and holds us fast against the changing tide.

No distance can divide two kindred souls that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where every tear is wiped away for aye.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A broken melody upon the lute and count the treasures that we held in vain,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The ship sailed outward never to return recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and hallows every memory of our loss.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the mournful whisper that it might have been,No noble life was ever free from pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A broken melody upon the lute to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The aching soul shall find its native rest and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone where neither grief nor parting enters in.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The voice we loved is silent evermore recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and left our harbor empty in the rain,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Love remains constant when all else has fled and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and strips the forest of its summer crown,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,A quiet courage rises from our tears and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and count the treasures that we held in vain,The night is long but morning must return to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.