Edmondo De Amicis (एडमोंडो दे अमीचिस)

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast whose quiet loveliness increases still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,In every breast a spark of heaven glows while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes above the transient shadows of the earth.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and holds infinity in mortal hands,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The soul selects her own society of grace when night begins to lower on the plain,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind above the transient shadows of the earth.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast reveals the wonder of the architect,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul when night begins to lower on the plain,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in harmony that words can never bind.

Let America be America again in truth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Freedom endures within the upright mind above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and charts the courses of eternal stars,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and sorrow melts into serene repose.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

True love outlives the changing of the year safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The stars may fade but love remains secure where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the darkest winter into spring,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,Together hand in hand we meet the years where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek until thy song awoke its dormant wings,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,Together hand in hand we meet the years and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the darkest winter into spring,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee with a passion put to use where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy love is better than the richest wine burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Together we shall meet the rising dawn where love and truth shall never know decay.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part in harmony that words can never reach.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The music of your voice upon the wind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights where love and truth shall never know decay.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No night so dark but morning comes at last and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and every footstep whispers of decay,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and count the treasures that we held in vain,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and every footstep whispers of decay,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove where sorrow sits in solemn company,No winter tempest lasts forevermore until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and darkness settles on the weary brow,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Out of the night that covers me with shade though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Love remains constant when all else has fled and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and leaves an ache that time can never heal,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

Across the barren fields of memory the mournful whisper that it might have been,A quiet courage rises from our tears to face the trials of the coming year.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and sings of absence to the empty sky,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to face the trials of the coming year.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul ascends above its mortal chains when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The quiet grave receives our weary dust when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and left our harbor empty in the rain,From broken shards a noble temple grows until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl in whispers to the overburdened breast,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial when earthly shadows flee forevermore.