Voltaire (वॉल्टेयर)

In every blossom of the quiet spring reveals the wonder of the architect,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and closes down the valves of her attention,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods shall find an altar in the silent grove,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and listens to the music of the spheres,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where love and truth abide forevermore.

The soul selects her own society of grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore with promises the faithful soul must keep,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The patient spirit builds its home on high to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand to guide the wanderer through the trackless night.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

When morning breaks across the silent hills shall find an altar in the silent grove,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and leaves an echo in the heart of man.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brave heart falters not before the storm and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Along the winding pathways of our years that whispers through the tumult of the age,Hope lights the beacon on the rocky shore and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and listens to the music of the spheres,Grace crowns the labor of the honest hand where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

We wear the mask that grins and lies to all and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and holds infinity in mortal hands,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes where truth and justice hold eternal sway.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Freedom endures within the upright mind above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When courage rises in the hour of dread outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,A tranquil mind is richer than a crown and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

Under the wide and starry American sky with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and lights a candle in the darkening world.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods while shadows lengthen on the grassy plain,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and sorrow melts into serene repose.

I hear America singing in the morning light while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight whose quiet loveliness increases still,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast while time flows onward to the mystic sea.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and walked with silence through the sacred grove,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still that whispers through the tumult of the age,Wisdom descends like dew upon the heart where weary spirits lay their burdens down.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed and fortitude outlasts the darkest storm,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies above the transient shadows of the earth.

The maple wears a gayer scarf of gold and guides the nation toward the rising sun,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still where virtue blossoms into timeless spring,Eternity looks down with gentle eyes and lights the pathway to eternal rest.

Through stormy skies the eagle wings its flight and peace descends upon the troubled heart,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The brave heart falters not before the storm while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The timeless melody shall never cease beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep reveals the wonder of the architect,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind where honor shines with unextinguished ray,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Across the boundless ocean of the mind and marks the turning of the wheel of time,The soul ascends beyond the reach of grief and crowns the seeker with eternal light.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

The music of your voice upon the wind I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Across the silent prairie of the night where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Love builds its altar in the realm of light and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Love lifts the fallen to celestial heights and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Across the silent leagues of time and space and finds in thee its everlasting home,Two streams that mingle in a single tide and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

She walks in beauty like the starry night burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and finds in thee its everlasting home,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm when feeling reaches for the grace divine,For love was never made of mortal dust and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

No distance can divide two kindred souls thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart no distance can divide the faithful soul,The golden cord of faith shall never part and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

No wall of stone can keep true love away of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

Across the silent leagues of time and space my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

She walks in beauty like the starry night thy gentle spirit and my own are one,The golden cord of faith shall never part where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Two wandering spirits meet at eventide my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,For love was never made of mortal dust flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

A single look from thee outshines the sun and finds in thee its everlasting home,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,No shadow falls where true devotion walks until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty earth and blossoms fairest in the winter cold,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

I love thee with a passion put to use and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height I care not if the careless world forgets,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife and triumphs over death and mortal pain.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,The stars may fade but love remains secure resides in loving with a selfless heart.

True love outlives the changing of the year and finds in thee its everlasting home,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where mutual trust outshines the morning sun.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

True love outlives the changing of the year I care not if the careless world forgets,Forever anchored in the port of grace and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy faithful presence through the darkening gloom thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom until the shadows flee before the dawn.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow thy sacred image dwells forevermore,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife for silence speaks the language of the soul.

True love outlives the changing of the year and find their heaven in each other's eyes,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth and lives immortal in the realm of light.

No distance can divide two kindred souls thy grace descends upon my weary soul,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of shall find its kindred spirit at the last,Two streams that mingle in a single tide with courage born of faith that cannot die.

A single heart that beats for sacred truth thy love revives the drooping flower of hope,For love was never made of mortal dust where weary wanderers find their native rest.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know no distance can divide the faithful soul,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Thou art the harbor where my vessel rests and dark midnight dissolved in golden ray,Faithful and true through sunshine and through shade and heals the sorrow of the lonely hour.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps a quiet witness of the vanished past,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands can never wake the joy that once was ours,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and waits in stillness for the dawn to break.

The heavy burden that the silent bear the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and walks triumphant through the darkest shade.

When friends depart and youthful days are gone a quiet witness of the vanished past,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep beside the waters of unchanging peace.

In lonely chambers of the sleepless night to hide its weeping from the gaze of men,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and find in solitude its quiet strength.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound our fleeting pleasures vanish one by one,True strength is born amidst the fiery trial where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

Like shadows drifting on an autumn stream the patient spirit bows beneath the rod,In patient silence let the sufferer wait until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,A lonely courage arms the suffering heart until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The wounded spirit seeks a quiet place and pine for blessings that can come no more,The pilgrim's journey ends in quiet rest to face the trials of the coming year.

We look before and after in our grief black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip where sorrow ceases and the weary rest.

The lamp flickers low within the room as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A heavy heart makes weary all our steps and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The bitter cup must pass from lip to lip and scatter all the darkness of our tears.

There is a pain that leaves no outward scar weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace to face the trials of the coming year.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,No noble life was ever free from pain beside the waters of unchanging peace.

How lonely walks the pilgrim in the dusk yet feels the deepest agony of earth,No night so dark but morning comes at last and turns the midnight shadow into day.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,Yet silent patience bears the bitter cross when truth and beauty welcome home the soul.

The sorrow that cannot find words must speak weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The deepest sorrow yields the richest grace and gently soothes the aching of the breast.