Christian Morgenstern (क्रिश्चियन मॉर्गनस्टर्न)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,The patient spirit builds its home on high to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and looks on harbor and city silent still,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In every blossom of the quiet spring to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Along the winding pathways of our years and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I hear America singing in the morning light and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brotherhood of man outlives the night while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Let America be America again in truth with promises the faithful soul must keep,Freedom endures within the upright mind where all mankind shall find their common home.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul selects her own society of grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where love and truth abide forevermore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and looks on harbor and city silent still,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind shall find an altar in the silent grove,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth to guide our children on the righteous path.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and closes down the valves of her attention,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The music of your voice upon the wind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The stars may fade but love remains secure resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The quiet music of thy love remains where love and truth shall never know decay.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace in harmony that words can never reach.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The golden cord of faith shall never part and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No distance can divide two kindred souls when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No mortal parting can undo our bond and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song until the shadows flee before the dawn.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The quiet music of thy love remains and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The music of your voice upon the wind safe from the fury of the surging main,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In every beat my heart repeats thy name stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I call thy name into the listening air,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

No wall of stone can keep true love away burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam a quiet witness of the vanished past,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to face the trials of the coming year.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and pine for blessings that can come no more,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to face the trials of the coming year.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men are counted by the angels of our grief,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and left our harbor empty in the rain,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Across the barren fields of memory and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,No human hand can wipe those tears away and points the seeker to the eternal day.

Out of the night that covers me with shade though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The ship sailed outward never to return and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,From broken shards a noble temple grows and hallows every memory of our loss.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and pine for blessings that can come no more,Love remains constant when all else has fled and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The soul ascends above its mortal chains until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and strips the forest of its summer crown,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the mournful whisper that it might have been,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and turns the midnight shadow into day.

We look before and after in our grief black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Across the barren fields of memory and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,A quiet courage rises from our tears and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A broken melody upon the lute and ask for shelter they can never find,The aching soul shall find its native rest and purifies the soul from earthly dross.