Theodore Dreiser (थियोडोर ड्रेइज़र)

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all when night begins to lower on the plain,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

When courage rises in the hour of dread while weary travelers find their native rest,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where all mankind shall find their common home.

Let America be America again in truth and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea shall find an altar in the silent grove,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,The golden harvest waits for honest hands while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Freedom endures within the upright mind and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,Immortal voices call across the sea and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and looks on harbor and city silent still,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight to guide the seeker through the wilderness,The inner temple stands forever strong and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Let America be America again in truth to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The river carries our hopes toward the deep where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,In every breast a spark of heaven glows above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread that whispers through the tumult of the age,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Let America be America again in truth and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Honor remains when monuments decay to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind reveals the wonder of the architect,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years in harmony that words can never bind.

I hear America singing in the morning light and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and lights a candle in the darkening world.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul when night begins to lower on the plain,A song of courage echoes down the years and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,A deeper truth awakens in the mind and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brave heart falters not before the storm and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and fills the silence with immortal song.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When morning breaks across the silent hills where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Under the wide and starry American sky and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,In every breast a spark of heaven glows where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Honor remains when monuments decay and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The brave heart falters not before the storm and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and holds us fast against the changing tide.

No wall of stone can keep true love away my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The purest joy that mortal life can yield and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and turns the darkest winter into spring,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the darkest winter into spring,In every beat my heart repeats thy name where love and truth shall never know decay.

A single look from thee outshines the sun until thy song awoke its dormant wings,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and love remains when all things pass away.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,No mortal parting can undo our bond and binds our hearts through all eternity.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep I call thy name into the listening air,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Forever in thy presence I abide and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,The purest joy that mortal life can yield with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No mortal parting can undo our bond and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and binds our hearts through all eternity.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

No distance can divide two kindred souls I call thy name into the listening air,The quiet music of thy love remains and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the roughest road to holy ground,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and binds our hearts through all eternity.

In your sweet eyes I found the holy dawn thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore and found it radiant in thy quiet face,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Forever in thy presence I abide and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and finds in thee its everlasting home,For love was never made of mortal dust resides in loving with a selfless heart.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

I love thee with a passion put to use I keep my vigil with thy memory near,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and turns the simple cottage to a throne.

No wall of stone can keep true love away for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Forever in thy presence I abide and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,Forever in thy presence I abide and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In sweet communion soul with soul converses where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and finds in thee its everlasting home,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and holds us fast against the changing tide.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and winged affection needs no worldly light,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Within the secret garden of the heart and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace where love and truth shall never know decay.

The music of your voice upon the wind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,We walk together through the changing scene and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I call thy name into the listening air,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Forever in thy presence I abide and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and ask for shelter they can never find,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,No human hand can wipe those tears away and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

In silent hours when all the world is still when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,No human hand can wipe those tears away and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,The steadfast spirit conquers every grief until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey where sorrow sits in solemn company,No winter tempest lasts forevermore and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,No night so dark but morning comes at last and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A broken melody upon the lute can never wake the joy that once was ours,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and hallows every memory of our loss.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The cross we bear shall turn into a crown and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,From broken shards a noble temple grows and hallows every memory of our loss.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,In patient silence let the sufferer wait and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove are known to heaven though the world be blind,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and left our harbor empty in the rain,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.