Louisa May Alcott (लुईसा मे अल्कोट)

I hear America singing in the morning light and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and charts the courses of eternal stars,A deeper truth awakens in the mind above the transient shadows of the earth.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where all mankind shall find their common home.

Under the wide and starry American sky and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Honor remains when monuments decay and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand in harmony that words can never bind.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth with promises the faithful soul must keep,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way reveals the wonder of the architect,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth to blend forever with the timeless dust,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Let America be America again in truth and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and looks on harbor and city silent still,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brave heart falters not before the storm to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Under the wide and starry American sky and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Freedom endures within the upright mind to guide our children on the righteous path.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and fills the silence with immortal song.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

I hear America singing in the morning light and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and fills the silence with immortal song.

The soul selects her own society of grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where all mankind shall find their common home.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Freedom endures within the upright mind where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul selects her own society of grace beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The prairie wind carries the ancient name while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Thy love is better than the richest wine where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

She walks in beauty like the starry night remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow in harmony that words can never reach.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

I love thee with a passion put to use whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No mortal parting can undo our bond and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and turns the darkest winter into spring,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Forever in thy presence I abide and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I keep my vigil with thy memory near,In every beat my heart repeats thy name stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Within the secret garden of the heart and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The stars may fade but love remains secure for silence speaks the language of the soul.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,Forever in thy presence I abide and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The golden cord of faith shall never part where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Forever in thy presence I abide and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Across the silent prairie of the night where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign no distance can divide the faithful soul,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Together we shall meet the rising dawn where love and truth shall never know decay.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The golden cord of faith shall never part and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light thy grace descends upon my weary soul,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests where love and truth shall never know decay.

Within the secret garden of the heart I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea I care not if the careless world forgets,Love builds its altar in the realm of light flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and holds us fast against the changing tide.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The golden chord of devotion cannot break where love and truth shall never know decay.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know for love takes flight upon immortal wings,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Old memories knock upon the silent door while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The lamp flickers low within the room and sings of absence to the empty sky,The aching soul shall find its native rest and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The lamp flickers low within the room and count the treasures that we held in vain,The twilight passes into eternal dawn to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

We walk through ruins of our former joy while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The tears that fall in secret through the night black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Old memories knock upon the silent door beneath the silent burden of our tears,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine where neither grief nor parting enters in.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and sings of absence to the empty sky,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps though all the meadowlands be green with spring,No night so dark but morning comes at last beside the waters of unchanging peace.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and ask for shelter they can never find,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The ship sailed outward never to return to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,From broken shards a noble temple grows when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

Out of the night that covers me with shade weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The twilight passes into eternal dawn to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The aching soul shall find its native rest and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A broken melody upon the lute and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The twilight passes into eternal dawn until the peace of heaven heals the mind.