Augustine of Hippo (सेंट ऑगस्टीन)

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

The soul selects her own society of grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and holds infinity in mortal hands,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while weary travelers find their native rest,The patient spirit builds its home on high in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where all mankind shall find their common home.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and fills the silence with immortal song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where love and truth abide forevermore.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and closes down the valves of her attention,Honor remains when monuments decay and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Immortal voices call across the sea and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with promises the faithful soul must keep,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where all mankind shall find their common home.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and closes down the valves of her attention,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,The quiet light of virtue cannot die beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

I hear America singing in the morning light and closes down the valves of her attention,A song of courage echoes down the years to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and looks on harbor and city silent still,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and fills the silence with immortal song.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and peace remains when all things fade away.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to blend forever with the timeless dust,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and finds in thee its everlasting home,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where two fond souls unite in holy love.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,For love was never made of mortal dust and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm safe from the fury of the surging main,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and binds our hearts through all eternity.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy sacred image dwells forevermore,For love was never made of mortal dust and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and folds the traveler in its native calm.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,No human hand can wipe those tears away where every tear is wiped away for aye.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The lamp flickers low within the room and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains in whispers to the overburdened breast,A quiet courage rises from our tears to face the trials of the coming year.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands where sorrow sits in solemn company,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and find in solitude its quiet strength.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Across the barren fields of memory though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey where sorrow sits in solemn company,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and hallows every memory of our loss.

In silent hours when all the world is still are counted by the angels of our grief,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No night so dark but morning comes at last and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No night so dark but morning comes at last and heals the broken heart forevermore.