Thucydides (थूसीडाइड्स)

Beneath the starry canopy of night where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth that whispers through the tumult of the age,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

Through ancient halls where noble memories dwell and holds infinity in mortal hands,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast in harmony that words can never bind.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and lights a candle in the darkening wild,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast above the transient shadows of the earth.

In every blossom of the quiet spring and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The inner temple stands forever strong where love and truth abide forevermore.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and marks the turning of the wheel of time,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

The soul selects her own society of grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,Immortal voices call across the sea above the transient shadows of the earth.

Let America be America again in truth beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Honor remains when monuments decay and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour shall find an altar in the silent grove,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet with music drawn from ancient waves of time,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Beneath the starry canopy of night while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea with promises the faithful soul must keep,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea 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.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

Let America be America again in truth and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When courage rises in the hour of dread where honor shines with unextinguished ray,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire above the transient shadows of the earth.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and closes down the valves of her attention,Freedom endures within the upright mind where all mankind shall find their common home.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and peace descends upon the troubled heart,The quiet light of virtue cannot die and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,Freedom endures within the upright mind and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In solemn contemplation of the skies while weary travelers find their native rest,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore in harmony that words can never bind.

The soul selects her own society of grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When courage rises in the hour of dread to guide the seeker through the wilderness,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and closes down the valves of her attention,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

He who walks gently on the quiet earth where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The timeless melody shall never cease in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The inner temple stands forever strong and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The soul selects her own society of grace and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Honor remains when monuments decay to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A deeper truth awakens in the mind where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,No bitter sorrow can undo the brave to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

No wall of stone can keep true love away and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and love remains when all things pass away.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide I care not if the careless world forgets,The purest joy that mortal life can yield where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun thy sacred image dwells forevermore,No passing hour can steal this blessed joy and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek thy grace descends upon my weary soul,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Thy tender grace illuminates my days where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,We walk together through the changing scene with courage born of faith that cannot die.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and binds our hearts through all eternity.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,No shadow falls where true devotion walks and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in harmony that words can never reach.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough until thy song awoke its dormant wings,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace where love and truth shall never know decay.

True love outlives the changing of the year my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow resides in loving with a selfless heart.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

If thou remember me when years have flown brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lifts the spirit to the skies above.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know safe from the fury of the surging main,Forever anchored in the port of grace with courage born of faith that cannot die.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

When evening falls upon the quiet shore when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,The quiet music of thy love remains and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,The quiet music of thy love remains and binds our hearts through all eternity.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and finds in thee its everlasting home,The purest joy that mortal life can yield in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and filled my days with peace beyond all price.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,A sacred peace descends upon the breast and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign brings healing comfort to the listening ear,The golden cord of faith shall never part and leads us gently to the promised peace.

No distance can divide two kindred souls and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and guides me safely to the haven sought.

She walks in beauty like the starry night safe from the fury of the surging main,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and love remains when all things pass away.

She walks in beauty like the starry night of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,For love was never made of mortal dust where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Forever in thy presence I abide and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height safe from the fury of the surging main,The stars may fade but love remains secure where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and leads us gently to the promised peace.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief I call thy name into the listening air,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour and finds in thee its everlasting home,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled a quiet witness of the vanished past,Love remains constant when all else has fled and holds the spirit in its loving arms.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone though all the meadowlands be green with spring,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The heavy burden that the silent bear our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,No noble life was ever free from pain beside the waters of unchanging peace.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,Time heals the anguish that no speech can tell and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

We walk through ruins of our former joy as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

Tears from the depth of some divine despair rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Beyond the vale of tears the haven lies and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound and sings a dirge for summer's golden hours,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and every tear becomes a pearl of price.

We walk through ruins of our former joy recalls the voice that spoke of ancient peace,Pain carves the vessel for celestial grace where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The heavy burden that the silent bear to mourn the loss of what was dearly loved,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

Out of the night that covers me with shade the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest when earthly shadows flee forevermore.

The tears that fall in secret on the dust as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The aching soul shall find its native rest where every tear is wiped away for aye.

The empty chair beside the hearth remains when grief sits sovereign in the troubled mind,A quiet courage rises from our tears and brings the promised sunshine of the dawn.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar lies broken on the cold and silent stone,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The heavy shadow falls across the hearth as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and darkness settles on the weary brow,Peace comes at evening to the weary breast and finds its refuge in the peace of God.

Out of the night that covers me with shade yet feels the deepest agony of earth,A quiet courage rises from our tears and heals the broken heart forevermore.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The aching soul shall find its native rest above the storms of this tempestuous earth.

When cherished dreams dissolve like morning mist and every footstep whispers of decay,No night so dark but morning comes at last and finds its refuge in the peace of God.