Ralph Ellison (राल्फ एलिसन)

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold with promises the faithful soul must keep,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Honor remains when monuments decay to guide our children on the righteous path.

Under the wide and starry American sky while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When courage rises in the hour of dread reveals the wonder of the architect,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and peace remains when all things fade away.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Freedom endures within the upright mind above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and looks on harbor and city silent still,The river carries our hopes toward the deep while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and charts the courses of eternal stars,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where all mankind shall find their common home.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The patient spirit builds its home on high while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

The soul selects her own society of grace where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

I hear America singing in the morning light where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Freedom endures within the upright mind while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

I hear America singing in the morning light life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In solemn contemplation of the skies reveals the wonder of the architect,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and closes down the valves of her attention,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,A song of courage echoes down the years where all mankind shall find their common home.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest and listens to the music of the spheres,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and closes down the valves of her attention,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to guide our children on the righteous path.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Freedom endures within the upright mind and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Honor remains when monuments decay and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Under the wide and starry American sky and then from heart to heart excuses grief,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where all mankind shall find their common home.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and looks on harbor and city silent still,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A noble purpose sanctifies our days in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where all mankind shall find their common home.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,A song of courage echoes down the years where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and closes down the valves of her attention,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Under the wide and starry American sky and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and scatters radiance on the waking dew,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and holds us fast against the changing tide.

She walks in beauty like the starry night my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and finds in thee its everlasting home,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind thy sacred image dwells forevermore,In sweet communion soul with soul converses in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,The quiet music of thy love remains and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The purest joy that mortal life can yield flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In every beat my heart repeats thy name where love and truth shall never know decay.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and turns the darkest winter into spring,The golden chord of devotion cannot break where love and truth shall never know decay.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Forever in thy presence I abide and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The quiet music of thy love remains and holds us fast against the changing tide.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and found it radiant in thy quiet face,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Within the secret garden of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lives immortal in the realm of light.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,No mortal parting can undo our bond and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth and find their heaven in each other's eyes,For love was never made of mortal dust in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Within the secret garden of the heart thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth when feeling reaches for the grace divine,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and leads us gently to the promised peace.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The golden chord of devotion cannot break where love and truth shall never know decay.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The golden cord of faith shall never part where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth brings healing comfort to the listening ear,We walk together through the changing scene and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I call thy name into the listening air,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and holds us fast against the changing tide.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey can never wake the joy that once was ours,No human hand can wipe those tears away until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone to face the morrow with an upright brow.

A broken melody upon the lute are known to heaven though the world be blind,From broken shards a noble temple grows and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and hallows every memory of our loss.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and count the treasures that we held in vain,No human hand can wipe those tears away where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last until he reaches freedom's open shore.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and sings of absence to the empty sky,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast for joy returns with morning's golden light.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and leaves an ache that time can never heal,No human hand can wipe those tears away where every tear is wiped away for aye.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and count the treasures that we held in vain,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and darkness settles on the weary brow,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The ship sailed outward never to return as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace until he reaches freedom's open shore.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough can never wake the joy that once was ours,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The twilight passes into eternal dawn until he reaches freedom's open shore.