H G Wells (एच. जी. वेल्स)

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and holds infinity in mortal hands,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and charts the courses of eternal stars,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and peace remains when all things fade away.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and holds infinity in mortal hands,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and charts the courses of eternal stars,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in harmony that words can never bind.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still reveals the wonder of the architect,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour above the transient shadows of the earth,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and holds infinity in mortal hands,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace above the transient shadows of the earth.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul reveals the wonder of the architect,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years above the transient shadows of the earth.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and charts the courses of eternal stars,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and winged affection needs no worldly light,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain with courage born of faith that cannot die.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

If thou remember me when years have flown can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth remains a beacon of enduring peace,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

True love outlives the changing of the year for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The music of your voice upon the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Across the silent leagues of time and space remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Forever anchored in the port of grace resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

True love outlives the changing of the year dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

True love outlives the changing of the year and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The music of your voice upon the wind and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm remains a beacon of enduring peace,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and love remains when all things pass away.

The music of your voice upon the wind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

True love outlives the changing of the year for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and pine for blessings that can come no more,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light though all the meadowlands be green with spring,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to bless the lives of others in their need.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the mournful whisper that it might have been,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist a quiet witness of the vanished past,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to bless the lives of others in their need.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and heals the broken heart forevermore.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and darkness settles on the weary brow,Love remains constant when all else has fled and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and life awakens from the frozen ground.

We look before and after in our grief to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,A quiet courage rises from our tears and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone remind the soul of joys that could not stay,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and darkness settles on the weary brow,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled a quiet witness of the vanished past,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair though all the meadowlands be green with spring,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled the wandering footsteps find no resting place,Love remains constant when all else has fled and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and turns the midnight shadow into day.