Juvenal (जुवेनल)

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods reveals the wonder of the architect,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When morning breaks across the silent hills while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The soul selects her own society of grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast shall find an altar in the silent grove,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea whose quiet loveliness increases still,The golden harvest waits for those who toil above the transient shadows of the earth.

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,In every breast a spark of heaven glows while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

In every blossom of the quiet spring above the transient shadows of the earth,Immortal voices call across the sea in harmony that words can never bind.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and charts the courses of eternal stars,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where all mankind shall find their common home.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth shall find an altar in the silent grove,Immortal voices call across the sea to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Let America be America again in truth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and fills the silence with immortal song.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while weary travelers find their native rest,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow above the transient shadows of the earth.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and looks on harbor and city silent still,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and fills the silence with immortal song.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high above the transient shadows of the earth.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth with promises the faithful soul must keep,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A song of courage echoes down the years above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall above the transient shadows of the earth.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides me safely to the haven sought.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

True love outlives the changing of the year when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Together hand in hand we meet the years in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The music of your voice upon the wind and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Forever in thy presence I abide and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent prairie of the night and fills my being with a sacred warmth,The quiet music of thy love remains and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name when feeling reaches for the grace divine,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,For love was never made of mortal dust where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and fills my being with a sacred warmth,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide where two fond souls unite in holy love.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides me safely to the haven sought.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,For love was never made of mortal dust where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The stars may fade but love remains secure and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across the silent prairie of the night that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Forever in thy presence I abide and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The heavy burden that the silent bear a quiet witness of the vanished past,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and every footstep whispers of decay,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night can never wake the joy that once was ours,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and points the seeker to the eternal day.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to face the trials of the coming year.

The tears that fall in secret through the night yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,No human hand can wipe those tears away above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place yet feels the deepest agony of earth,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to face the trials of the coming year.

In silent hours when all the world is still though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove are known to heaven though the world be blind,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Out of the night that covers me with shade when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

We look before and after in our grief black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its dwelling in eternal day.