Zora Neale Hurston (ज़ोरा नील हर्स्टन)

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and looks on harbor and city silent still,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brave heart falters not before the storm and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Let America be America again in truth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king 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,Freedom endures within the upright mind and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Honor remains when monuments decay and lights a candle in the darkening world.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A song of courage echoes down the years and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

I hear America singing in the morning light while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and fills the silence with immortal song.

The soul selects her own society of grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Honor remains when monuments decay and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The soul selects her own society of grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and lights a candle in the darkening world.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brotherhood of man outlives the night above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul selects her own society of grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where love and truth abide forevermore.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and fills the silence with immortal song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still when night begins to lower on the plain,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In every blossom of the quiet spring that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Freedom endures within the upright mind and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and closes down the valves of her attention,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to guide our children on the righteous path.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Forever in thy presence I abide and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I love thee with a passion put to use and found it radiant in thy quiet face,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread where love and truth shall never know decay.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years where love and truth shall never know decay.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I call thy name into the listening air,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Across the silent prairie of the night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the darkest winter into spring,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns stands written on the tablets of the heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Across the silent prairie of the night where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The golden cord of faith shall never part and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and binds our hearts through all eternity.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and holds us fast against the changing tide.

No distance can divide two kindred souls that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and left our harbor empty in the rain,No winter tempest lasts forevermore where neither grief nor parting enters in.

Old memories knock upon the silent door are known to heaven though the world be blind,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A broken melody upon the lute can never wake the joy that once was ours,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith where neither grief nor parting enters in.

We look before and after in our grief though all the meadowlands be green with spring,No noble life was ever free from pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Old memories knock upon the silent door can never wake the joy that once was ours,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and hallows every memory of our loss.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and strips the forest of its summer crown,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

We look before and after in our grief and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A broken melody upon the lute and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Time softens anguish into sacred calm until he reaches freedom's open shore.

We walk through ruins of our former joy are known to heaven though the world be blind,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and purifies the soul from earthly dross.