C S Lewis (सी. एस. लुईस)

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while weary travelers find their native rest,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where love and truth abide forevermore.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Along the winding pathways of our years whose quiet loveliness increases still,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where love and truth abide forevermore.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in harmony that words can never bind.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where love and truth abide forevermore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and listens to the music of the spheres,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,Immortal voices call across the sea and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Together hand in hand we meet the years and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

If thou remember me when years have flown dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy gentle spirit and my own are one,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

True love outlives the changing of the year and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart remains a beacon of enduring peace,Our spirits blend in everlasting song flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

No wall of stone can keep true love away brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No shadow falls where true devotion walks for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

No wall of stone can keep true love away safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Across the barren fields of memory and every footstep whispers of decay,No night so dark but morning comes at last and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to face the trials of the coming year.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye to bless the lives of others in their need.

Out of the night that covers me with shade our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to bless the lives of others in their need.

Across the barren fields of memory the wandering footsteps find no resting place,In patient silence let the sufferer wait where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and pine for blessings that can come no more,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Out of the night that covers me with shade weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and every footstep whispers of decay,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In silent hours when all the world is still are counted by the angels of our grief,Love remains constant when all else has fled and heals the broken heart forevermore.

Across the barren fields of memory and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and every footstep whispers of decay,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl are counted by the angels of our grief,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to face the trials of the coming year.