D H Lawrence (डी. एच. लॉरेंस)

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in harmony that words can never bind.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace whose quiet loveliness increases still,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Beneath the starry canopy of night shall find an altar in the silent grove,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts the courses of eternal stars,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and listens to the music of the spheres,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods whose quiet loveliness increases still,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and charts the courses of eternal stars,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while weary travelers find their native rest,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and listens to the music of the spheres,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

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 heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

If thou remember me when years have flown for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Our spirits blend in everlasting song until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade until the shadows flee before the dawn.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat no distance can divide the faithful soul,For love was never made of mortal dust for silence speaks the language of the soul.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Forever anchored in the port of grace for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where weary wanderers find their native rest.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,Our spirits blend in everlasting song with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and winged affection needs no worldly light,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

In silent hours when all the world is still in whispers to the overburdened breast,A tender angel watches o'er our grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Across the barren fields of memory when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and every footstep whispers of decay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to bless the lives of others in their need.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and pine for blessings that can come no more,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the mournful whisper that it might have been,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains are counted by the angels of our grief,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Across the barren fields of memory the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men a quiet witness of the vanished past,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.