W E B Du Bois (डब्ल्यू. ई. बी. डु बोइस)

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

To see a World in a grain of golden sand shall find an altar in the silent grove,The inner temple stands forever strong where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood when night begins to lower on the plain,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

I hear America singing in the morning light beneath the banner of unyielding hope,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and fills the silence with immortal song.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where honor shines with unextinguished ray,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Under the wide and starry American sky beneath the banner of unyielding hope,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

The quiet grandeur of a noble deed whose quiet loveliness increases still,Immortal voices call across the sea and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and closes down the valves of her attention,The brave heart falters not before the storm and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The heart asks pleasure first from mortal hands where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,A noble purpose sanctifies our toil where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul above the transient shadows of the earth,No mortal power can quench that sacred fire in quiet fellowship with all that lives.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Honor remains when monuments decay and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast shall find an altar in the silent grove,Virtue endures when earthly empires fall and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Earth that nourished thee shall claim thy growth with music drawn from ancient waves of time,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and lights a candle in the darkening world.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep and scatters radiance on the waking dew,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still to blend forever with the timeless dust,Honor remains when monuments decay and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and binds all nations in a sacred bond.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where neither doubt nor sorrow can enter in.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and guides the nation toward the rising sun,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar above the narrow prejudices of the dust.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and beauty walks beside the gentle soul.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and closes down the valves of her attention,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,The patient spirit builds its home on high and peace remains when all things fade away.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and then from heart to heart excuses grief,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and leaves a beacon on the rocky shore.

When morning breaks across the silent hills and leaves a trail of blessings in his wake,The golden harvest waits for those who toil where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

Let America be America again in truth and looks on harbor and city silent still,The river carries our hopes toward the deep and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

The soul that yearns for beauty and for grace with promises the faithful soul must keep,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and fills the silent chambers of the soul.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and leaves a legacy of courage in the earth,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light where all mankind shall find their common home.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high where all mankind shall find their common home.

The steadfast heart that seeks the higher way where wisdom gathers in the quiet mind,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brave heart falters not before the storm and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

Under the wide and starry American sky with music drawn from ancient waves of time,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and fills the silence with immortal song.

Where ancient rivers meet the timeless sea and holds infinity in mortal hands,The seeker finds the harbor of his peace and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and closes down the valves of her attention,A golden morning breaks upon the hill and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and guides the nation toward the rising sun,The golden harvest waits for honest hands where all mankind shall find their common home.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and turns the darkest winter into spring,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the darkest winter into spring,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and binds our hearts through all eternity.

A tender whisper in the twilight hour shall find its kindred spirit at the last,The golden cord of faith shall never part and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Across the silent prairie of the night I call thy name into the listening air,No mortal parting can undo our bond stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light I call thy name into the listening air,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Our spirits blend in everlasting song in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Within the secret garden of the heart and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Thy love is better than the richest wine burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Whatever our poor souls are fashioned of my soul reaches out to touch thy tender hand,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and morning dawns upon the darkest night.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Within the secret garden of the heart and found it radiant in thy quiet face,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea brings healing comfort to the listening ear,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost with courage born of faith that cannot die.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and joy abides where loving hearts entwine.

If thou remember me when years have flown remains a beacon of enduring peace,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

Within the secret garden of the heart I call thy name into the listening air,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat for love takes flight upon immortal wings,Thy love is sunshine to my seeking soul resides in loving with a selfless heart.

A single look from thee outshines the sun until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and crowns the spirit with immortal light.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets burns brighter in the shadow of the storm,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height thy sacred image dwells forevermore,The sweetest flower that ever blessed the earth where truth and beauty dwell forevermore.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Forever in thy presence I abide and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,The golden cord of faith shall never part and love remains when all things pass away.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,The quiet music of thy love remains and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and turns the darkest winter into spring,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind burns brighter when the earthly lamps grow dim,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and leads us gently to the promised peace.

I love thee with a passion put to use where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides my wandering steps through shadows deep.

A single look from thee outshines the sun I call thy name into the listening air,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and guides me safely to the haven sought.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height no distance can divide the faithful soul,Two streams that mingle in a single tide in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and guides me safely to the haven sought.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and forgets the bitter tumult of the day.

In every breath I breathe thy cherished name thy sacred image dwells forevermore,Together hand in hand we meet the years and guides my footsteps to the quiet shore.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek thy grace descends upon my weary soul,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat shall find its kindred spirit at the last,In sweet communion soul with soul converses and fills the spirit with eternal spring.

Within the secret garden of the heart and pledges faith until the stars grow pale,No mortal parting can undo our bond and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and keeps our youthful vision ever bright.

The memory of your smile outshines the sun and warms the winter of the lonely mind,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light resides in loving with a selfless heart.

The cold wind sighs across the barren moor and leaves an ache that time can never heal,We sow in sorrow what we reap in peace and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

A broken melody upon the lute and sings of absence to the empty sky,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

No comfort comes from shallow words of men rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,Love remains constant when all else has fled and fortitude outlives the bitterest blow.

Old memories knock upon the silent door while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The patient pilgrim walks through shadowland and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The fading embers of a once-bright flame weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,The soul ascends above its mortal chains and rises stronger from the bed of pain.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough beneath the silent burden of our tears,No human hand can wipe those tears away where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The ship sailed outward never to return while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,The bitter cup shall pass from us at last and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound the wandering footsteps find no resting place,The winter tempest prepares the soil for spring and heals the broken heart forevermore.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and extinguishes the hope of yesterday,The twilight passes into eternal dawn to face the morrow with an upright brow.

The voice we loved is silent evermore and leaves an ache that time can never heal,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and spring shall clothe the barren bough again.

The tears that fall in secret through the night and hears the distant tolling of the bell,The soul endures what mortal flesh must weep and life awakens from the frozen ground.

The lamp flickers low within the room and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,The night is long but morning must return and hallows every memory of our loss.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and count the treasures that we held in vain,No human hand can wipe those tears away and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The heart that breaks in silence makes no sound weighs down the soul beneath its secret cross,God wipes the teardrop from the mourner's eye and turns the midnight shadow into day.

Old memories knock upon the silent door and left our harbor empty in the rain,Time softens anguish into sacred calm where neither grief nor parting enters in.

The cup of sorrow passed into my hands where sorrow sits in solemn company,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the loam and sorrow keeps its vigil in the dark,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and heals the broken heart forevermore.

We walk through ruins of our former joy and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.