Jean Racine (जॉं रासीन)

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Beneath the starry canopy of night whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and looks on harbor and city silent still,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our days beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The inner temple stands forever strong where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In every blossom of the quiet spring outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in harmony that words can never bind.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,The timeless melody shall never cease where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth with promises the faithful soul must keep,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts the courses of eternal stars,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Honor remains when monuments decay and lights a candle in the darkening world.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The inner temple stands forever strong and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while weary travelers find their native rest,The patient spirit builds its home on high and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Under the wide and starry American sky and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and listens to the music of the spheres,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in harmony that words can never bind.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and peace remains when all things fade away.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The patient spirit builds its home on high where love and truth abide forevermore.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet when night begins to lower on the plain,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Immortal voices call across the sea and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for honest hands above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods with promises the faithful soul must keep,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love builds its altar in the realm of light in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Across the silent leagues of time and space brings healing comfort to the listening ear,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy love is better than the richest wine that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love builds its altar in the realm of light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Together hand in hand we meet the years and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years and love remains when all things pass away.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of safe from the fury of the surging main,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

If thou remember me when years have flown and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth no distance can divide the faithful soul,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Within the secret garden of the heart and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The stars may fade but love remains secure and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and turns the roughest road to holy ground,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The music of your voice upon the wind and winged affection needs no worldly light,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in harmony that words can never reach.

Thy love is better than the richest wine I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

She walks in beauty like the starry night for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

If thou remember me when years have flown I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Across the silent prairie of the night where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,The quiet music of thy love remains and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and darkness settles on the weary brow,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and folds the traveler in its native calm.

Across the barren fields of memory a quiet witness of the vanished past,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A tender angel watches o'er our grief where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains yet feels the deepest agony of earth,A quiet courage rises from our tears when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Out of the night that covers me with shade black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor beneath the silent burden of our tears,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,A tender angel watches o'er our grief to face the trials of the coming year.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The voice we loved is silent evermore to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The twilight passes into eternal dawn to face the morrow with an upright brow.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and pine for blessings that can come no more,No night so dark but morning comes at last and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Love remains constant when all else has fled to guide the mourner to the realms of light.