Henryk Sienkiewicz (हेनरिक सिएनकेविच)

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while weary travelers find their native rest,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Under the wide and starry American sky and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where love and truth abide forevermore.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Along the winding pathways of our years and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and fills the silence with immortal song.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed above the transient shadows of the earth,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A song of courage echoes down the years and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Let America be America again in truth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A song of courage echoes down the years and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with promises the faithful soul must keep,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift where all mankind shall find their common home.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The inner temple stands forever strong above the transient shadows of the earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and looks on harbor and city silent still,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee with a passion put to use whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No wall of stone can keep true love away no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I call thy name into the listening air,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The golden cord of faith shall never part and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

Across the silent prairie of the night and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides me safely to the haven sought.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The music of your voice upon the wind I care not if the careless world forgets,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love builds its altar in the realm of light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm remains a beacon of enduring peace,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow until the shadows flee before the dawn.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea safe from the fury of the surging main,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

No wall of stone can keep true love away of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

If thou remember me when years have flown and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and love remains when all things pass away.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl though all the meadowlands be green with spring,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to face the trials of the coming year.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night can never wake the joy that once was ours,No winter tempest lasts forevermore where neither grief nor parting enters in.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,In patient silence let the sufferer wait to face the trials of the coming year.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands where sorrow sits in solemn company,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,No night so dark but morning comes at last and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The tears that fall in secret through the night the mournful whisper that it might have been,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The ship sailed outward never to return recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,From broken shards a noble temple grows and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Across the barren fields of memory weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and pine for blessings that can come no more,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk when twilight deepens on the mountain road,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth where sorrow sits in solemn company,The night is long but morning must return and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No noble life was ever free from pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

We look before and after in our grief and darkness settles on the weary brow,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains and darkness settles on the weary brow,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and holds the spirit in its loving arms.