Beatrix Potter (बीट्रिक्स पॉटर)

In every blossom of the quiet spring and charts the courses of eternal stars,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while weary travelers find their native rest,The timeless melody shall never cease and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Beneath the starry canopy of night reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where love and truth abide forevermore.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and peace remains when all things fade away.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The patient spirit builds its home on high where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

If thou remember me when years have flown my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The music of your voice upon the wind I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

If thou remember me when years have flown and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and love remains when all things pass away.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No shadow falls where true devotion walks flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Forever anchored in the port of grace flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No wall of stone can keep true love away no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain a quiet witness of the vanished past,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and shines radiant through the passing storm.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and every footstep whispers of decay,No noble life was ever free from pain 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 noble life was ever free from pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

In silent hours when all the world is still yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and hears the distant tolling of the bell,No noble life was ever free from pain and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame a quiet witness of the vanished past,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A quiet courage rises from our tears and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and darkness settles on the weary brow,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.