F Scott Fitzgerald (एफ. स्कॉट फिट्ज़गेराल्ड)

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

I hear America singing in the morning light and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Honor remains when monuments decay and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and fills the silence with immortal song.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A song of courage echoes down the years and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

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 while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and lights a candle in the darkening world.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Under the wide and starry American sky while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour that whispers through the tumult of the age,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Honor remains when monuments decay and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

I hear America singing in the morning light and looks on harbor and city silent still,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth to guide our children on the righteous path.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and listens to the music of the spheres,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Let America be America again in truth and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and holds infinity in mortal hands,The timeless melody shall never cease and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth to guide our children on the righteous path.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and charts the courses of eternal stars,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth when night begins to lower on the plain,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

I hear America singing in the morning light and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Under the wide and starry American sky and looks on harbor and city silent still,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Under the wide and starry American sky to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The brave heart falters not before the storm where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The music of your voice upon the wind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

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 binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own stands written on the tablets of the heart.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

I love thee with a passion put to use I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The quiet music of thy love remains and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

If thou remember me when years have flown no distance can divide the faithful soul,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years where love and truth shall never know decay.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and lives immortal in the realm of light.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Within the secret garden of the heart and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

She walks in beauty like the starry night shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The stars may fade but love remains secure and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and fills my being with a sacred warmth,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides me safely to the haven sought.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign safe from the fury of the surging main,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the darkest winter into spring,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the darkest winter into spring,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and turns the darkest winter into spring,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

We walk through ruins of our former joy beneath the silent burden of our tears,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust and left our harbor empty in the rain,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and points the seeker to the eternal day.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word beneath the silent burden of our tears,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and strips the forest of its summer crown,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The aching soul shall find its native rest and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The night is long but morning must return where neither grief nor parting enters in.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to bless the lives of others in their need.

The lamp flickers low within the room and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The twilight passes into eternal dawn where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

A broken melody upon the lute and left our harbor empty in the rain,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and every footstep whispers of decay,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and sings of absence to the empty sky,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The voice we loved is silent evermore to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The soul ascends above its mortal chains to bless the lives of others in their need.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The aching soul shall find its native rest and hallows every memory of our loss.