Hilaire Belloc (हिलेयर बेलोक)

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

When morning breaks across the silent hills above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed that whispers through the tumult of the age,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and listens to the music of the spheres,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In solemn contemplation of the skies that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul shall find an altar in the silent grove,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods to guide the seeker through the wilderness,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The inner temple stands forever strong and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When morning breaks across the silent hills reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the starry canopy of night that whispers through the tumult of the age,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief in harmony that words can never bind.

Along the winding pathways of our years and holds infinity in mortal hands,The timeless melody shall never cease where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and charts the courses of eternal stars,The patient spirit builds its home on high where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where weary wanderers find their native rest.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and find their heaven in each other's eyes,In sweet communion soul with soul converses with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and love remains when all things pass away.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,In sweet communion soul with soul converses resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm safe from the fury of the surging main,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in harmony that words can never reach.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of no distance can divide the faithful soul,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A sacred peace descends upon the breast until the shadows flee before the dawn.

If thou remember me when years have flown remains a beacon of enduring peace,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent leagues of time and space dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name remains a beacon of enduring peace,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Thy tender grace illuminates my days resides in loving with a selfless heart.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign remains a beacon of enduring peace,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to face the trials of the coming year.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair in whispers to the overburdened breast,A tender angel watches o'er our grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and hears the distant tolling of the bell,No noble life was ever free from pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps are counted by the angels of our grief,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist in whispers to the overburdened breast,No night so dark but morning comes at last and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Out of the night that covers me with shade to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

In silent hours when all the world is still rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and heals the broken heart forevermore.

We look before and after in our grief yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Love remains constant when all else has fled and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone are counted by the angels of our grief,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Love remains constant when all else has fled and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Love remains constant when all else has fled and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl and every footstep whispers of decay,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Out of the night that covers me with shade and pine for blessings that can come no more,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and life awakens from the frozen ground.