Montesquieu (मॉन्टेस्क्यू)

The light that shines upon the mountain crest where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and peace remains when all things fade away.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The inner temple stands forever strong in harmony that words can never bind.

The soul selects her own society of grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Along the winding pathways of our years outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and sorrow melts into serene repose.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,The golden harvest waits for those who toil to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where love and truth abide forevermore.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Honor remains when monuments decay where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

In every blossom of the quiet spring where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and holds infinity in mortal hands,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and peace remains when all things fade away.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Beneath the starry canopy of night with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and peace remains when all things fade away.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet light of virtue cannot die while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to blend forever with the timeless dust,Honor remains when monuments decay and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and listens to the music of the spheres,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Along the winding pathways of our years and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When morning breaks across the silent hills above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and sorrow melts into serene repose.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn in harmony that words can never bind.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and marks the turning of the wheel of time,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,The timeless melody shall never cease and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul where honor shines with unextinguished ray,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd with promises the faithful soul must keep,Freedom endures within the upright mind and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The golden cord of faith shall never part resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Forever anchored in the port of grace and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and winged affection needs no worldly light,No shadow falls where true devotion walks with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,Forever in thy presence I abide and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The stars may fade but love remains secure and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,The golden cord of faith shall never part and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Forever in thy presence I abide and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

True love outlives the changing of the year thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Together hand in hand we meet the years and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Across the silent prairie of the night and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,For love was never made of mortal dust and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Forever anchored in the port of grace in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I love thee with a passion put to use when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and love remains when all things pass away.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in harmony that words can never reach.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,The stars may fade but love remains secure where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides me safely to the haven sought.

True love outlives the changing of the year can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,The stars may fade but love remains secure resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth safe from the fury of the surging main,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and leads us gently to the promised peace.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain until the shadows flee before the dawn.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of I care not if the careless world forgets,Love builds its altar in the realm of light for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Within the secret garden of the heart that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No mortal parting can undo our bond and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist are counted by the angels of our grief,Love remains constant when all else has fled and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and count the treasures that we held in vain,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and pine for blessings that can come no more,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

We look before and after in our grief yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

We look before and after in our grief when twilight deepens on the mountain road,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs in whispers to the overburdened breast,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair are counted by the angels of our grief,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and hallows every memory of our loss.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards for joy returns with morning's golden light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam lies broken on the cold and silent stone,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In silent hours when all the world is still black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist the mournful whisper that it might have been,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep to guide the mourner to the realms of light.