Mary Wollstonecraft (मेरी वोल्स्टनक्राफ्ट)

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Along the winding pathways of our years and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,A deeper truth awakens in the mind to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The quiet light of virtue cannot die above the transient shadows of the earth.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Along the winding pathways of our years while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where love and truth abide forevermore.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and listens to the music of the spheres,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and charts the courses of eternal stars,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Along the winding pathways of our years and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Along the winding pathways of our years where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and holds infinity in mortal hands,Immortal voices call across the sea and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

In every blossom of the quiet spring with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and peace remains when all things fade away.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The inner temple stands forever strong while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Immortal voices call across the sea where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and peace remains when all things fade away.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and charts the courses of eternal stars,The inner temple stands forever strong where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies in harmony that words can never bind.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and listens to the music of the spheres,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and peace remains when all things fade away.

Along the winding pathways of our years while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The music of your voice upon the wind of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Forever anchored in the port of grace where two fond souls unite in holy love.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where weary wanderers find their native rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and winged affection needs no worldly light,Together hand in hand we meet the years resides in loving with a selfless heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in harmony that words can never reach.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and warms the winter of the lonely mind,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name safe from the fury of the surging main,We walk together through the changing scene where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lives immortal in the realm of light.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name I care not if the careless world forgets,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light with courage born of faith that cannot die.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The music of your voice upon the wind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth with courage born of faith that cannot die.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

If thou remember me when years have flown burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The stars may fade but love remains secure and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind no distance can divide the faithful soul,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun safe from the fury of the surging main,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs in whispers to the overburdened breast,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and every footstep whispers of decay,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the mournful whisper that it might have been,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip to bless the lives of others in their need.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Across the barren fields of memory a quiet witness of the vanished past,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Across the barren fields of memory yet shakes the foundations of our earthly pride,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The heavy burden that the silent bear and darkness settles on the weary brow,No night so dark but morning comes at last and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

In silent hours when all the world is still though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Out of the night that covers me with shade rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl are counted by the angels of our grief,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Across the barren fields of memory yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint to face the trials of the coming year.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,No night so dark but morning comes at last and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and heals the broken heart forevermore.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound a quiet witness of the vanished past,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and shines radiant through the passing storm.