G K Chesterton (जी. के. चेस्टर्टन)

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and peace remains when all things fade away.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The timeless melody shall never cease where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and holds infinity in mortal hands,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and listens to the music of the spheres,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where love and truth abide forevermore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Along the winding pathways of our years to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and listens to the music of the spheres,Immortal voices call across the sea and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell whose quiet loveliness increases still,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and sorrow melts into serene repose.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind to guide the seeker through the wilderness,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,For love was never made of mortal dust and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The stars may fade but love remains secure and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Across the silent leagues of time and space no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No shadow falls where true devotion walks flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

If thou remember me when years have flown of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Together hand in hand we meet the years and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and every footstep whispers of decay,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to bless the lives of others in their need.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

In silent hours when all the world is still and every footstep whispers of decay,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to bless the lives of others in their need.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Love remains constant when all else has fled until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

We look before and after in our grief the wandering footsteps find no resting place,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair a quiet witness of the vanished past,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and shines radiant through the passing storm.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,A quiet courage rises from our tears and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and turns the midnight shadow into day.