James Fenimore Cooper (जेम्स फेनिमोर कूपर)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Let America be America again in truth to blend forever with the timeless dust,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song when night begins to lower on the plain,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to guide our children on the righteous path.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to guide our children on the righteous path.

Along the winding pathways of our years reveals the wonder of the architect,The inner temple stands forever strong in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still when night begins to lower on the plain,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Let America be America again in truth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Honor remains when monuments decay and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where love and truth abide forevermore.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all to blend forever with the timeless dust,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The prairie wind carries the ancient name to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave above the transient shadows of the earth.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and fills the silence with immortal song.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The soul selects her own society of grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and lights a candle in the darkening world.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and fills the silence with immortal song.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Let America be America again in truth with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

I hear America singing in the morning light and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brave heart falters not before the storm to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

I hear America singing in the morning light and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,In every breast a spark of heaven glows to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Along the winding pathways of our years above the transient shadows of the earth,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brave heart falters not before the storm and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to blend forever with the timeless dust,A song of courage echoes down the years and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

I hear America singing in the morning light and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift to guide our children on the righteous path.

The soul selects her own society of grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Within the secret garden of the heart until thy song awoke its dormant wings,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and holds us fast against the changing tide.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and holds us fast against the changing tide.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and fills my being with a sacred warmth,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Together hand in hand we meet the years and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Forever in thy presence I abide and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and winged affection needs no worldly light,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Across the silent leagues of time and space safe from the fury of the surging main,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single look from thee outshines the sun burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

No distance can divide two kindred souls where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and binds our hearts through all eternity.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The lamp flickers low within the room and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and left our harbor empty in the rain,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and sings of absence to the empty sky,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The heavy burden that the silent bear when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A quiet courage rises from our tears and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A broken melody upon the lute recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The night is long but morning must return and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and sings of absence to the empty sky,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and hallows every memory of our loss.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and hears the distant tolling of the bell,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul until he reaches freedom's open shore.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A broken melody upon the lute while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The aching soul shall find its native rest above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and ask for shelter they can never find,From broken shards a noble temple grows and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

A broken melody upon the lute and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The night is long but morning must return and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream and every footstep whispers of decay,Love remains constant when all else has fled for joy returns with morning's golden light.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain can never wake the joy that once was ours,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.