Gustave Flaubert (गुस्ताव फ्लोबेयर)

When courage rises in the hour of dread and listens to the music of the spheres,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and peace remains when all things fade away.

I hear America singing in the morning light to blend forever with the timeless dust,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and holds infinity in mortal hands,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

I hear America singing in the morning light life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Let America be America again in truth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and peace remains when all things fade away.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and fills the silence with immortal song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to blend forever with the timeless dust,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong and sorrow melts into serene repose.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and fills the silence with immortal song.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth to guide our children on the righteous path.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast above the transient shadows of the earth,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where love and truth abide forevermore.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The soul selects her own society of grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and charts the courses of eternal stars,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,For love was never made of mortal dust and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow stands written on the tablets of the heart.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests no distance can divide the faithful soul,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides me safely to the haven sought.

No wall of stone can keep true love away shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,We walk together through the changing scene and love remains when all things pass away.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Across the silent leagues of time and space shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

She walks in beauty like the starry night I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know shall find its kindred spirit at the last,We walk together through the changing scene resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

True love outlives the changing of the year remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and love remains when all things pass away.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to face the trials of the coming year.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The lamp flickers low within the room recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,From broken shards a noble temple grows and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the mournful whisper that it might have been,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and felt the darkness enter in our souls,No human hand can wipe those tears away where every tear is wiped away for aye.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone and darkness settles on the weary brow,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and find in solitude its quiet strength.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost are known to heaven though the world be blind,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and darkness settles on the weary brow,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its dwelling in eternal day.