O. Henry (ओ. हेनरी)

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still when night begins to lower on the plain,Freedom endures within the upright mind and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Let America be America again in truth and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The brave heart falters not before the storm where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with promises the faithful soul must keep,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind whose quiet loveliness increases still,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Under the wide and starry American sky to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and then from heart to heart excuses grief,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Honor remains when monuments decay and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and closes down the valves of her attention,A song of courage echoes down the years and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The soul selects her own society of grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Under the wide and starry American sky and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where all mankind shall find their common home.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Let America be America again in truth and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The brave heart falters not before the storm and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The soul selects her own society of grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The golden harvest waits for honest hands to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The soul selects her own society of grace when night begins to lower on the plain,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The soul selects her own society of grace where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and closes down the valves of her attention,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Immortal voices call across the sea in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Under the wide and starry American sky and guides the nation toward the rising sun,A song of courage echoes down the years to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Under the wide and starry American sky and looks on harbor and city silent still,A song of courage echoes down the years and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The inner temple stands forever strong to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where all mankind shall find their common home.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

The soul selects her own society of grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Let America be America again in truth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The brave heart falters not before the storm and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Along the winding pathways of our years with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night above the transient shadows of the earth.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where all mankind shall find their common home.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brave heart falters not before the storm and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods above the transient shadows of the earth,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

I love thee with a passion put to use where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Forever in thy presence I abide and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,For love was never made of mortal dust and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Across the silent prairie of the night and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The quiet music of thy love remains and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky stands written on the tablets of the heart.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and turns the darkest winter into spring,Together we shall meet the rising dawn stands written on the tablets of the heart.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides me safely to the haven sought.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides me safely to the haven sought.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name and warms the winter of the lonely mind,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the darkest winter into spring,No mortal parting can undo our bond and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Within the secret garden of the heart and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The quiet music of thy love remains and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Forever in thy presence I abide and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn remains a beacon of enduring peace,The stars may fade but love remains secure flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Within the secret garden of the heart that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

True love outlives the changing of the year burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Our spirits blend in everlasting song for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

If thou remember me when years have flown and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Across the silent prairie of the night when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

I love thee with a passion put to use and finds in thee its everlasting home,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun remains a beacon of enduring peace,We walk together through the changing scene where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still where love and truth shall never know decay.

Old memories knock upon the silent door as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The lamp flickers low within the room and count the treasures that we held in vain,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and felt the darkness enter in our souls,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor are known to heaven though the world be blind,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom where every tear is wiped away for aye.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The aching soul shall find its native rest to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough are known to heaven though the world be blind,The aching soul shall find its native rest until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

We look before and after in our grief are counted by the angels of our grief,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The night is long but morning must return until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head are known to heaven though the world be blind,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief and teaches wisdom to the seeking soul.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain beneath the silent burden of our tears,From broken shards a noble temple grows and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and felt the darkness enter in our souls,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head are known to heaven though the world be blind,The aching soul shall find its native rest and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The ship sailed outward never to return and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.