Stephen Vincent Benet (स्टीफन विंसेंट बेनेट)

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

I hear America singing in the morning light where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A song of courage echoes down the years to guide our children on the righteous path.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,The timeless melody shall never cease in harmony that words can never bind.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul above the transient shadows of the earth,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and looks on harbor and city silent still,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while weary travelers find their native rest,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide to guide our children on the righteous path.

I hear America singing in the morning light while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Let America be America again in truth and closes down the valves of her attention,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Immortal voices call across the sea where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with promises the faithful soul must keep,Honor remains when monuments decay where all mankind shall find their common home.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Honor remains when monuments decay while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest with promises the faithful soul must keep,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Under the wide and starry American sky while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

I hear America singing in the morning light beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A song of courage echoes down the years and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Under the wide and starry American sky and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The river carries our hopes toward the deep to guide our children on the righteous path.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth and closes down the valves of her attention,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Along the winding pathways of our years and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The patient spirit builds its home on high to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Freedom endures within the upright mind and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Honor remains when monuments decay to guide our children on the righteous path.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and looks on harbor and city silent still,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight while weary travelers find their native rest,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave where love and truth abide forevermore.

Under the wide and starry American sky and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests remains a beacon of enduring peace,Forever anchored in the port of grace where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the roughest road to holy ground,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Forever in thy presence I abide and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Forever anchored in the port of grace where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

A single look from thee outshines the sun burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul for silence speaks the language of the soul.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Across the silent leagues of time and space of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single look from thee outshines the sun where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,The golden cord of faith shall never part and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and finds in thee its everlasting home,Forever in thy presence I abide where love and truth shall never know decay.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets I keep my vigil with thy memory near,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

Thy love is better than the richest wine until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Across the silent leagues of time and space when feeling reaches for the grace divine,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and binds our hearts through all eternity.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of no distance can divide the faithful soul,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign when feeling reaches for the grace divine,The stars may fade but love remains secure and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The quiet music of thy love remains stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

The music of your voice upon the wind and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Two streams that mingle in a single tide flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

I love thee with a passion put to use burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,In every beat my heart repeats thy name where love and truth shall never know decay.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy gentle spirit and my own are one,We walk together through the changing scene resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Across the silent prairie of the night where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Within the secret garden of the heart until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Within the secret garden of the heart whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

The music of your voice upon the wind thy gentle spirit and my own are one,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,The quiet grave receives our weary dust and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart and fills the spirit with immortal love.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The ship sailed outward never to return as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Time softens anguish into sacred calm and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough and felt the darkness enter in our souls,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl a quiet witness of the vanished past,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace 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,No human hand can wipe those tears away and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and hears the distant tolling of the bell,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head where sorrow sits in solemn company,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

We look before and after in our grief remind the soul of joys that could not stay,Love remains constant when all else has fled and finds its dwelling in eternal day.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and turns the darkest sorrow into light.

Across the barren fields of memory though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands and count the treasures that we held in vain,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain where neither grief nor parting enters in.

A broken melody upon the lute and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,From broken shards a noble temple grows to face the morrow with an upright brow.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and count the treasures that we held in vain,No human hand can wipe those tears away and fills the spirit with immortal love.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and points the seeker to the eternal day.