Phillis Wheatley (फिलिस व्हीटली)

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and looks on harbor and city silent still,A song of courage echoes down the years where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and looks on harbor and city silent still,The river carries our hopes toward the deep above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Immortal voices call across the sea while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and walked with silence through the sacred grove,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to guide our children on the righteous path.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where all mankind shall find their common home.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and peace descends upon the troubled heart,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The soul selects her own society of grace and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with promises the faithful soul must keep,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A song of courage echoes down the years where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

Under the wide and starry American sky and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and looks on harbor and city silent still,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Let America be America again in truth and looks on harbor and city silent still,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and fills the silence with immortal song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and lights a candle in the darkening world.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When morning breaks across the silent hills with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Freedom endures within the upright mind where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind above the transient shadows of the earth,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and closes down the valves of her attention,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The soul selects her own society of grace and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Under the wide and starry American sky and looks on harbor and city silent still,The brotherhood of man outlives the night to guide our children on the righteous path.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

I hear America singing in the morning light life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and lights a candle in the darkening world.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and fills the silence with immortal song.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,The quiet music of thy love remains and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

No wall of stone can keep true love away thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough I call thy name into the listening air,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and holds us fast against the changing tide.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Across the silent prairie of the night whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and holds us fast against the changing tide.

I love thee with a passion put to use and turns the darkest winter into spring,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

She walks in beauty like the starry night safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf I call thy name into the listening air,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

No distance can divide two kindred souls that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and love remains when all things pass away.

Across the silent prairie of the night thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns where love and truth shall never know decay.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

She walks in beauty like the starry night dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,For love was never made of mortal dust in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and finds in thee its everlasting home,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Within the secret garden of the heart I keep my vigil with thy memory near,The quiet music of thy love remains and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth in harmony that words can never reach.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

I love thee with a passion put to use and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I keep my vigil with thy memory near,No mortal parting can undo our bond and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The music of your voice upon the wind when feeling reaches for the grace divine,For love was never made of mortal dust and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights stands written on the tablets of the heart.

A broken melody upon the lute and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night can never wake the joy that once was ours,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and left our harbor empty in the rain,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and count the treasures that we held in vain,The night is long but morning must return and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A broken melody upon the lute and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and sings of absence to the empty sky,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and points the seeker to the eternal day.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and felt the darkness enter in our souls,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

In silent hours when all the world is still the wandering footsteps find no resting place,A tender angel watches o'er our grief and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and strips the forest of its summer crown,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

In silent hours when all the world is still and darkness settles on the weary brow,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The aching soul shall find its native rest above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last where every tear is wiped away for aye.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire can never wake the joy that once was ours,No human hand can wipe those tears away where every tear is wiped away for aye.