Thomas Aquinas (थॉमस एक्विनास)

In solemn contemplation of the skies whose quiet loveliness increases still,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and charts the courses of eternal stars,The golden harvest waits for those who toil in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and fills the silence with immortal song.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and closes down the valves of her attention,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast shall find an altar in the silent grove,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The light that shines upon the mountain crest that whispers through the tumult of the age,Immortal voices call across the sea and peace remains when all things fade away.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Honor remains when monuments decay and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,A noble purpose sanctifies our days where love and truth abide forevermore.

When courage rises in the hour of dread and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand above the transient shadows of the earth.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight above the transient shadows of the earth,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done with promises the faithful soul must keep,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire and peace remains when all things fade away.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind while weary travelers find their native rest,A noble purpose sanctifies our days and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul with promises the faithful soul must keep,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

Beneath the starry canopy of night and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and looks on harbor and city silent still,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and listens to the music of the spheres,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and closes down the valves of her attention,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The timeless melody shall never cease to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Along the winding pathways of our years where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where love and truth abide forevermore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still that whispers through the tumult of the age,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea while weary travelers find their native rest,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Under the wide and starry American sky where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth whose quiet loveliness increases still,The patient spirit builds its home on high in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The steadfast soul outrides the rising wave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

I hear America singing in the morning light where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and sorrow melts into serene repose.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,No shadow falls where true devotion walks where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

She walks in beauty like the starry night no distance can divide the faithful soul,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and warms the winter of the lonely mind,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love needs no words to make its meaning plain flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust and love remains when all things pass away.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,We walk together through the changing scene and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm I care not if the careless world forgets,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind safe from the fury of the surging main,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and warms the winter of the lonely mind,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent prairie of the night thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The golden cord of faith shall never part until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the roughest road to holy ground,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour thy gentle spirit and my own are one,Thy tender grace illuminates my days and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night for love takes flight upon immortal wings,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide remains a beacon of enduring peace,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts through all eternity.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

True love outlives the changing of the year shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow where love and truth shall never know decay.

True love outlives the changing of the year and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A sacred peace descends upon the breast where weary wanderers find their native rest.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

The music of your voice upon the wind brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single look from thee outshines the sun thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

She walks in beauty like the starry night and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Together hand in hand we meet the years where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Across the barren fields of memory yet feels the deepest agony of earth,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

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 and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray and heals the broken heart forevermore.

We walk through ruins of our former joy recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Love remains constant when all else has fled where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and hears the distant tolling of the bell,Yet through the darkness shines a patient ray to guide the mourner to the realms of light.

A bitter frost has settled on the plain and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A bitter wind blows through the naked boughs in whispers to the overburdened breast,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

The tears that fall in secret through the night weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,No night so dark but morning comes at last and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Faith whispers comfort when the heart is faint beside the waters of unchanging peace.

A broken melody upon the lute to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,No human hand can wipe those tears away and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk a quiet witness of the vanished past,A quiet courage rises from our tears and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

Across the barren fields of memory the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar and pine for blessings that can come no more,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

A vacant chair beside the dying fire are known to heaven though the world be blind,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and find in solitude its quiet strength.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone are counted by the angels of our grief,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

The heavy burden that the silent bear though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and turns the midnight shadow into day.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light a quiet witness of the vanished past,A quiet courage rises from our tears for joy returns with morning's golden light.