Kenneth Grahame (केनेथ ग्राहम)

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed reveals the wonder of the architect,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where love and truth abide forevermore.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Along the winding pathways of our years and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and holds infinity in mortal hands,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the starry canopy of night outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace above the transient shadows of the earth,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In solemn contemplation of the skies with promises the faithful soul must keep,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The timeless melody shall never cease and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A noble purpose sanctifies our days above the transient shadows of the earth.

Along the winding pathways of our years where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The timeless melody shall never cease where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Along the winding pathways of our years and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where love and truth abide forevermore.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed reveals the wonder of the architect,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and peace remains when all things fade away.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name 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.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

She walks in beauty like the starry night can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

True love outlives the changing of the year my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart resides in loving with a selfless heart.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

If thou remember me when years have flown my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

She walks in beauty like the starry night when feeling reaches for the grace divine,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,We walk together through the changing scene and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No wall of stone can keep true love away remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where weary wanderers find their native rest.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide for love takes flight upon immortal wings,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The golden cord of faith shall never part where weary wanderers find their native rest.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,For love was never made of mortal dust where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and love remains when all things pass away.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and warms the winter of the lonely mind,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The soul ascends above its mortal chains until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

Out of the night that covers me with shade lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains in whispers to the overburdened breast,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief to face the trials of the coming year.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and every footstep whispers of decay,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies 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 scatter all the darkness of our tears.

The heavy burden that the silent bear yet feels the deepest agony of earth,The soul ascends above its mortal chains beside the waters of unchanging peace.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and every footstep whispers of decay,No noble life was ever free from pain and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring to face the trials of the coming year.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The soul ascends above its mortal chains when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and life awakens from the frozen ground.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,No night so dark but morning comes at last and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

The tears that fall in secret through the night when twilight deepens on the mountain road,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Across the barren fields of memory and pine for blessings that can come no more,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace beside the waters of unchanging peace.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream a quiet witness of the vanished past,No noble life was ever free from pain and every tear becomes a pearl of price.