Baruch Spinoza (बारूक स्पिनोज़ा)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and listens to the music of the spheres,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When morning breaks across the silent hills to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In solemn contemplation of the skies with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to blend forever with the timeless dust,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When morning breaks across the silent hills whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

I hear America singing in the morning light and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

Under the wide and starry American sky beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Beneath the starry canopy of night above the transient shadows of the earth,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where love and truth abide forevermore.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and love remains when all things pass away.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the darkest winter into spring,Forever in thy presence I abide and holds us fast against the changing tide.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The quiet music of thy love remains and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

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 truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,The stars may fade but love remains secure where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The music of your voice upon the wind safe from the fury of the surging main,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in harmony that words can never reach.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek until thy song awoke its dormant wings,No mortal parting can undo our bond and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Forever anchored in the port of grace where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,The quiet music of thy love remains and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The golden cord of faith shall never part and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the mournful whisper that it might have been,Love remains constant when all else has fled to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the mournful whisper that it might have been,A tender angel watches o'er our grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

We look before and after in our grief yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,In patient silence let the sufferer wait until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The lamp flickers low within the room while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The night is long but morning must return and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when twilight deepens on the mountain road,No noble life was ever free from pain to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and strips the forest of its summer crown,The aching soul shall find its native rest and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and darkness settles on the weary brow,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and every footstep whispers of decay,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Out of the night that covers me with shade though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The ship sailed outward never to return are known to heaven though the world be blind,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom to face the morrow with an upright brow.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men are counted by the angels of our grief,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and rises stronger from the bed of pain.