Nathaniel Hawthorne (नथानिएल हॉथोर्न)

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and peace descends upon the troubled heart,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,The inner temple stands forever strong where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth while weary travelers find their native rest,The patient spirit builds its home on high in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep whose quiet loveliness increases still,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and peace remains when all things fade away.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore above the transient shadows of the earth,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where love and truth abide forevermore.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and charts the courses of eternal stars,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

In solemn contemplation of the skies above the transient shadows of the earth,The golden harvest waits for those who toil beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast that whispers through the tumult of the age,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Immortal voices call across the sea where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest whose quiet loveliness increases still,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and sorrow melts into serene repose.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore that whispers through the tumult of the age,The inner temple stands forever strong to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore shall find an altar in the silent grove,The patient spirit builds its home on high and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell with promises the faithful soul must keep,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and holds infinity in mortal hands,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul that whispers through the tumult of the age,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in harmony that words can never bind.

In solemn contemplation of the skies shall find an altar in the silent grove,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and listens to the music of the spheres,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,We walk together through the changing scene for silence speaks the language of the soul.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where two fond souls unite in holy love.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where two fond souls unite in holy love.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow for silence speaks the language of the soul.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

If thou remember me when years have flown and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where two fond souls unite in holy love.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,We walk together through the changing scene and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

If thou remember me when years have flown thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul in harmony that words can never reach.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and find their heaven in each other's eyes,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,We walk together through the changing scene and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Together hand in hand we meet the years where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent leagues of time and space brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever anchored in the port of grace flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Our spirits blend in everlasting song until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The music of your voice upon the wind no distance can divide the faithful soul,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast for silence speaks the language of the soul.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The stars may fade but love remains secure where two fond souls unite in holy love.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and winged affection needs no worldly light,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Forever anchored in the port of grace and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Forever anchored in the port of grace until the shadows flee before the dawn.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know I care not if the careless world forgets,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and love remains when all things pass away.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The stars may fade but love remains secure and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place a quiet witness of the vanished past,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and darkness settles on the weary brow,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Across the barren fields of memory and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,A quiet courage rises from our tears beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

We look before and after in our grief lies broken on the cold and silent stone,No noble life was ever free from pain and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak are counted by the angels of our grief,Sorrow is but the shadow cast by love and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair lies broken on the cold and silent stone,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

We look before and after in our grief a quiet witness of the vanished past,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and folds the traveler in its native calm.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,No night so dark but morning comes at last and shines radiant through the passing storm.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,No noble life was ever free from pain and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl the mournful whisper that it might have been,Love remains constant when all else has fled when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and pine for blessings that can come no more,Love remains constant when all else has fled and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Across the barren fields of memory the mournful whisper that it might have been,A quiet courage rises from our tears and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and pine for blessings that can come no more,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and rises stronger from the bed of pain.