Georg Büchner (जॉर्ज ब्यूखनर)

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The soul selects her own society of grace and closes down the valves of her attention,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

I hear America singing in the morning light life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in harmony that words can never bind.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In solemn contemplation of the skies where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where all mankind shall find their common home.

Along the winding pathways of our years shall find an altar in the silent grove,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A song of courage echoes down the years to guide our children on the righteous path.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Let America be America again in truth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brave heart falters not before the storm where all mankind shall find their common home.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Freedom endures within the upright mind and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Along the winding pathways of our years where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and charts the courses of eternal stars,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Let America be America again in truth with promises the faithful soul must keep,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and listens to the music of the spheres,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all when night begins to lower on the plain,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace reveals the wonder of the architect,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love outlives all the transient things of earth where love and truth shall never know decay.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Within the secret garden of the heart and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth remains a beacon of enduring peace,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in harmony that words can never reach.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love builds its altar in the realm of light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,In every beat my heart repeats thy name where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

If thou remember me when years have flown and winged affection needs no worldly light,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The quiet music of thy love remains and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

True love outlives the changing of the year brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests remains a beacon of enduring peace,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A single look from thee outshines the sun whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and love remains when all things pass away.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The golden cord of faith shall never part and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky where love and truth shall never know decay.

Across the silent leagues of time and space dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and every footstep whispers of decay,No noble life was ever free from pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the mournful whisper that it might have been,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to bless the lives of others in their need.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The tears that fall in secret through the night remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and pine for blessings that can come no more,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to bless the lives of others in their need.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom where neither grief nor parting enters in.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and pine for blessings that can come no more,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

Across the barren fields of memory weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and pine for blessings that can come no more,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and sings of absence to the empty sky,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame lies broken on the cold and silent stone,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet feels the deepest agony of earth,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain can never wake the joy that once was ours,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to bless the lives of others in their need.