Conrad Ferdinand Meyer (कॉनराड फर्डिनेंड मेयर)

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet when night begins to lower on the plain,A golden morning breaks upon the hill to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth that whispers through the tumult of the age,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul selects her own society of grace while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to guide our children on the righteous path.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A song of courage echoes down the years and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in harmony that words can never bind.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Along the winding pathways of our years while weary travelers find their native rest,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Let America be America again in truth when night begins to lower on the plain,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in harmony that words can never bind.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still when night begins to lower on the plain,The brave heart falters not before the storm and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and holds infinity in mortal hands,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace that whispers through the tumult of the age,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

I hear America singing in the morning light while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Under the wide and starry American sky and looks on harbor and city silent still,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Forever in thy presence I abide and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The stars may fade but love remains secure where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust in harmony that words can never reach.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the secret garden of the heart that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

True love outlives the changing of the year when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy sacred image dwells forevermore,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I love thee with a passion put to use I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Forever in thy presence I abide and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The music of your voice upon the wind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and turns the darkest winter into spring,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace resides in loving with a selfless heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Forever in thy presence I abide and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Across the silent leagues of time and space dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn I care not if the careless world forgets,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl are counted by the angels of our grief,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Out of the night that covers me with shade are counted by the angels of our grief,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The aching soul shall find its native rest where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A quiet courage rises from our tears to face the trials of the coming year.

Across the barren fields of memory though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to bless the lives of others in their need.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The heavy burden that the silent bear in whispers to the overburdened breast,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and fills the spirit with immortal love.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Out of the night that covers me with shade rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,No human hand can wipe those tears away where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The heavy burden that the silent bear though all the meadowlands be green with spring,No noble life was ever free from pain where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,No noble life was ever free from pain and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and pine for blessings that can come no more,A quiet courage rises from our tears and finds its dwelling in eternal day.