Harriet Beecher Stowe (हैरियट बीचर स्टोव)

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where all mankind shall find their common home.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with promises the faithful soul must keep,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and looks on harbor and city silent still,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die to blend forever with the timeless dust,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to blend forever with the timeless dust,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight reveals the wonder of the architect,The inner temple stands forever strong to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,Honor remains when monuments decay and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Under the wide and starry American sky and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Honor remains when monuments decay where all mankind shall find their common home.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where all mankind shall find their common home.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

I hear America singing in the morning light and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and closes down the valves of her attention,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The brave heart falters not before the storm and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief above the transient shadows of the earth.

Let America be America again in truth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The soul selects her own society of grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Let America be America again in truth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Beneath the starry canopy of night to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul selects her own society of grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to blend forever with the timeless dust,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brave heart falters not before the storm and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brave heart falters not before the storm and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and walked with silence through the sacred grove,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Together hand in hand we meet the years in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Within the secret garden of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the secret garden of the heart where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,In sweet communion soul with soul converses until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and winged affection needs no worldly light,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Forever in thy presence I abide and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

The music of your voice upon the wind remains a beacon of enduring peace,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Together hand in hand we meet the years for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond stands written on the tablets of the heart.

If thou remember me when years have flown safe from the fury of the surging main,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides me safely to the haven sought.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and holds us fast against the changing tide.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond where love and truth shall never know decay.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore until thy song awoke its dormant wings,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow I care not if the careless world forgets,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years where love and truth shall never know decay.

No distance can divide two kindred souls burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A broken melody upon the lute and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland until he reaches freedom's open shore.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and sings of absence to the empty sky,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost where sorrow sits in solemn company,No human hand can wipe those tears away above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and ask for shelter they can never find,The quiet grave receives our weary dust to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,No night so dark but morning comes at last and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and fills the spirit with immortal love.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The lamp flickers low within the room are known to heaven though the world be blind,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and fills the spirit with immortal love.

A broken melody upon the lute are known to heaven though the world be blind,From broken shards a noble temple grows and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The heavy burden that the silent bear rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The ship sailed outward never to return recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The voice we loved is silent evermore recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The night is long but morning must return and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.