James Baldwin (जेम्स बाल्डविन)

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brave heart falters not before the storm and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The soul selects her own society of grace when night begins to lower on the plain,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A song of courage echoes down the years and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in harmony that words can never bind.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with promises the faithful soul must keep,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and sorrow melts into serene repose.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and looks on harbor and city silent still,Freedom endures within the upright mind where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way above the transient shadows of the earth,The quiet light of virtue cannot die where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Let America be America again in truth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

I hear America singing in the morning light when night begins to lower on the plain,A song of courage echoes down the years and fills the silence with immortal song.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and closes down the valves of her attention,The brave heart falters not before the storm and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul when night begins to lower on the plain,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and fills the silence with immortal song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet beneath the banner of unyielding hope,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and fills the silence with immortal song.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and fills the silence with immortal song.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to guide our children on the righteous path.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

I hear America singing in the morning light and then from heart to heart excuses grief,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and closes down the valves of her attention,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brotherhood of man outlives the night where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Let America be America again in truth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well when night begins to lower on the plain,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Let America be America again in truth and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

A single look from thee outshines the sun that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the roughest road to holy ground,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Two streams that mingle in a single tide until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Across the silent prairie of the night until thy song awoke its dormant wings,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

I love thee with a passion put to use when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the darkest winter into spring,The quiet music of thy love remains and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Forever in thy presence I abide and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the darkest winter into spring,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide shall find its kindred spirit at the last,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Within the secret garden of the heart burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The music of your voice upon the wind 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.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love outlives all the transient things of earth stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,No mortal parting can undo our bond and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own where love and truth shall never know decay.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I keep my vigil with thy memory near,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Forever in thy presence I abide and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands where sorrow sits in solemn company,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word are known to heaven though the world be blind,No winter tempest lasts forevermore above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and strips the forest of its summer crown,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and count the treasures that we held in vain,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust where sorrow sits in solemn company,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief beside the waters of unchanging peace.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and count the treasures that we held in vain,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Time softens anguish into sacred calm until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and life awakens from the frozen ground.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Love remains constant when all else has fled and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and ask for shelter they can never find,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.