Frederick Douglass (फ्रेडरिक डगलस)

The soul selects her own society of grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brave heart falters not before the storm while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die when night begins to lower on the plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where all mankind shall find their common home.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Freedom endures within the upright mind where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Freedom endures within the upright mind and fills the silence with immortal song.

Under the wide and starry American sky to blend forever with the timeless dust,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When courage rises in the hour of dread shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands when night begins to lower on the plain,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In every blossom of the quiet spring with promises the faithful soul must keep,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul selects her own society of grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all beneath the banner of unyielding hope,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and fills the silence with immortal song.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and listens to the music of the spheres,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where all mankind shall find their common home.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Freedom endures within the upright mind and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Honor remains when monuments decay and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay and fills the silence with immortal song.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The timeless melody shall never cease to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to blend forever with the timeless dust,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to blend forever with the timeless dust,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Under the wide and starry American sky and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Let America be America again in truth where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to guide our children on the righteous path.

Under the wide and starry American sky and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy tender grace illuminates my days with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The quiet music of thy love remains and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

No distance can divide two kindred souls when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

True love outlives the changing of the year and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the roughest road to holy ground,No mortal parting can undo our bond and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No mortal parting can undo our bond and holds us fast against the changing tide.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The quiet music of thy love remains and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

No wall of stone can keep true love away of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Forever in thy presence I abide and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and binds our hearts through all eternity.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I call thy name into the listening air,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I call thy name into the listening air,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and ask for shelter they can never find,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Old memories knock upon the silent door can never wake the joy that once was ours,The aching soul shall find its native rest until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place are counted by the angels of our grief,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The ship sailed outward never to return and sings of absence to the empty sky,No human hand can wipe those tears away and find in solitude its quiet strength.

Across the barren fields of memory and hears the distant tolling of the bell,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire can never wake the joy that once was ours,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost where sorrow sits in solemn company,The night is long but morning must return where every tear is wiped away for aye.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the mournful whisper that it might have been,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The lamp flickers low within the room and left our harbor empty in the rain,The aching soul shall find its native rest until he reaches freedom's open shore.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,No noble life was ever free from pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The aching soul shall find its native rest where every tear is wiped away for aye.

A broken melody upon the lute and left our harbor empty in the rain,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and hallows every memory of our loss.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Old memories knock upon the silent door recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,No human hand can wipe those tears away and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland above the storms of this tempestuous earth.