Washington Irving (वाशिंगटन इरविंग)

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,Honor remains when monuments decay and fills the silence with immortal song.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The prairie wind carries the ancient name and crowns the honest laborer with peace.

When all the world is hushed in solemn peace while gentle stillness wraps the weary world,The golden harvest waits for those who toil and turns the darkest sorrow into song.

Two roads diverged in a yellow autumn wood life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,The brave heart falters not before the storm and lights a candle in the darkening world.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind beneath the banner of unyielding hope,A song of courage echoes down the years to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore that whispers through the tumult of the age,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow to heal the anguish of the mortal breast.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song with music drawn from ancient waves of time,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and warms the wanderer in the chilling cold.

Above the tumult of the fleeting hour and lights a candle in the darkening wild,A noble purpose sanctifies our days to greet the morning of unclouded joy.

A thought went up my mind today like dawn and whispers wisdom to the listening trees,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar where liberty and truth walk hand in hand.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and looks on harbor and city silent still,The open road lies stretching toward the dawn and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Along the winding pathways of our years shall find an altar in the silent grove,The timeless melody shall never cease and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where equal justice crowns the labor of the brave,The brave heart falters not before the storm and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet where every atom belonging to me belongs to you,The brave heart falters not before the storm and leads the pilgrim to the mount of peace.

In solemn contemplation of the skies and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and beauty triumphs over mortal pain.

Let America be America again in truth and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,The brotherhood of man outlives the night and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind when night begins to lower on the plain,No chain can bind the spirit born to soar and floods the valleys with celestial ray.

When twilight lingers on the golden shore and scatters radiance on the waking dew,Peace folds its wings upon the weary breast and sorrow melts into serene repose.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,Great souls walk onward through the trackless wild and brings abundance to the faithful heart.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter drift and speaks of virtue to the ages yet unborn.

In quiet valleys where the echoes sleep outlives the monuments of crumbling stone,The inner temple stands forever strong and peace remains when all things fade away.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well and then from heart to heart excuses grief,The golden harvest waits for honest hands and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

A bird came down the walk with quiet grace and walked with silence through the sacred grove,In every breast a spark of heaven glows to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

Truth is the silent beauty of the soul and stands unbroken by the winds of fate,Faith plants its seeds beneath the winter snow and grace redeems the sorrows of our dust.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die and charts a course toward freedom's open sea,The brave heart falters not before the storm to blossom when the gentle spring returns.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,Through wilderness the pioneer builds high and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

In solemn contemplation of the skies with promises the faithful soul must keep,The pure in spirit shall behold the dawn where virtue blossoms in immortal spring.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul while autumn whispers of eternity and rest,The brave heart falters not before the storm and lights a candle in the darkening world.

I celebrate myself and sing the waking soul and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,A song of courage echoes down the years and turns the darkest sorrow into strength.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and whispers secrets to the evening breeze,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years beneath the shelter of unchanging love.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done and walked with silence through the sacred grove,Freedom endures within the upright mind and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking in song and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,The steadfast anchor holds against the tide and shines unclouded through the passing storm.

In every blossom of the quiet spring while weary travelers find their native rest,Love keeps its vigil through the passing years and finds fulfillment in the realm above.

Between the dark and the daylight of the mind and drooping star in the west that mourns alone,Truth needs no champion save its own pure light while storms pass over to the quiet blue.

The soul selects her own society of grace to quench the longing of the traveler's soul,The quiet conscience fears no mortal king to guide our children on the righteous path.

A thing of beauty is a joy forevermore while weary travelers find their native rest,Truth speaks in whispers when the tempest dies and leads the pilgrim to the promised land.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep and still and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,In every breast a spark of heaven glows and finds the harbor where the spirit rests.

In the desert of the spirit springs a living well with promises the faithful soul must keep,Honor remains when monuments decay and fills the silence with immortal song.

The sacred spark that burns within the breast and marks the turning of the wheel of time,Great hearts beat onward through the darkest night and peace remains when all things fade away.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and looks on harbor and city silent still,A golden morning breaks upon the hill where boundless waters meet the infinite sky.

The fog comes on silent little cat feet and unrolls its feathers softly to the sky,Hope lights the lamp within the humble hearth and lights a candle in the darkening world.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief thy grace descends upon my weary soul,Forever in thy presence I abide stands written on the tablets of the heart.

Across the silent prairie of the night and turns the darkest winter into spring,Thy faithfulness is shelter from the cold stands written on the tablets of the heart.

When all the stars their ancient fires resign my deep devotion knows no earthly shore,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost and keeps the flame alive through all our years.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Thy memory is a lamp unto my feet and greet the morning with unclouded eyes.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and find their heaven in each other's eyes,Thy presence makes the barren desert bloom where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In thy embrace the weary spirit rests and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

Across the silent prairie of the night and sweeter than the breath of morning rose,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart brings healing comfort to the listening ear,A quiet haven from the world's harsh strife in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets where pure devotion blossoms like the rose,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Your gentle voice comes floating on the wind where timeless devotion mirrors endless skies,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow and winged affection needs no worldly light,The stars may fade but love remains secure in sweet companionship of heart and mind.

A single look from thee outshines the sun that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,My soul drinks deeply from thy well of grace and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf when worldly tempests shake the fragile bark,We walk in beauty through the fleeting years and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Thy gentle hand upon my weary brow dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Together hand in hand we meet the years and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

My heart was like a bird upon the bough that holds our vessel in the tempest's roar,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

Like summer rain upon the thirsty leaf and finds in thee its everlasting home,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Love is the anchor in the fiercest storm brings healing comfort to the listening ear,Thy lovingkindness stays my fainting heart and sheds its fragrance on the passing days.

Thy presence is the sanctuary I seek and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The sweetness of thy smile dissolves all grief until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Love outlives all the transient things of earth and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind can turn the bitterest sorrow into joy,Love crowns our journey with unsetting light and lives immortal in the realm of light.

Thy hand in mine makes every burden light and fills my being with a sacred warmth,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread where love and truth shall never know decay.

I love thee with a passion put to use and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and redeems the sorrow of our earthly dust.

Within the quiet sanctuary of the heart and winged affection needs no worldly light,In sweet communion soul with soul converses for silence speaks the language of the soul.

Two wandering spirits meet beside the sea until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The sacred vow we whispered to the sky and thirsts no more for shallow worldly praise.

Across the silent prairie of the night I keep my vigil with thy memory near,A holy peace attends thy footsteps still and leads the voyager safely to the shore.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,In thy remembrance all my grief is lost flow onward peacefully to meet the sea.

I sought for beauty through the crowded streets and love thee still as autumn leaves descend,Thy gentle spirit walks beside my own and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

I loved thee first when summer was in bloom until thy song awoke its dormant wings,The quiet music of thy love remains and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

Across the silent leagues of time and space of cloudless climes and pure celestial skies,Our spirits blend in everlasting song and turns the simplest dwelling to a home.

Thy love is better than the richest wine and turns the roughest road to holy ground,Together we shall meet the rising dawn and guides me safely to the haven sought.

When in your eyes I see the starry deep until thy song awoke its dormant wings,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

When two fond hearts in silent rhythm beat and holds the spirit when the gale blows strong,Forever anchored in the port of grace where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Across the silent prairie of the night and drives the shadows from the troubled brow,No shadow falls where true devotion reigns and warms the hearthstone of the lonely breast.

Thy love is better than the richest wine whose faith was forged in love's eternal fire,In every beat my heart repeats thy name and counts each moment spent with thee as gold.

The purest flame that mortal clay can know thy constant love shall shine with steadfast glow,Time cannot dim the luster of thy brow and binds our hearts in everlasting ties.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and brings sweet solace to the weeping heart,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and holds us fast against the changing tide.

Within the secret garden of the heart and turns the darkest winter into spring,The golden chord of devotion cannot break and sings of joy when all the world is hushed.

The music of your voice upon the wind dispels the sorrow of the heavy day,Our spirits blend in everlasting song where neither time nor sorrow can intrude.

Thy tender whisper heals the bruised mind I keep my vigil with thy memory near,Thy tenderness has conquered every dread and guides me safely to the haven sought.

Love is the anchor cast upon the deep and found it radiant in thy quiet face,Thy constancy outshines the evening star and leave sweet fragrance on the path of time.

The lamp flickers low within the room and chills the blood within the sorrowing vein,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The autumn leaves fall softly to the ground and strips the forest of its summer crown,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul and points the seeker to the eternal day.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain though all the meadowlands be green with spring,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

The lamp flickers low within the room beneath the silent burden of our tears,The twilight passes into eternal dawn and scatter radiance on the weeping eyes.

The lamp flickers low within the room and strips the forest of its summer crown,Sorrows are teachers sent by hands divine where troubled hearts at last repose in peace.

In silent hours when all the world is still lies broken on the cold and silent stone,A quiet courage rises from our tears and bids the weary spirit rest in hope.

The weight of sorrow bows the weary head and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith and stands unshaken by the winds of fate.

A wounded spirit seeks the silent grove and all the sweetness of the spring is fled,The wounded heart must learn to bleed alone where every tear is wiped away for aye.

Though the lamp be shattered and the glory fled and leaves the traveler desolate and cold,Hope builds its temple from the broken shards and shines radiant through the passing storm.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and earth is poorer for that gentle tone,No human hand can wipe those tears away to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

A solitary bird mourns in the bough while bitter memories haunt the twilight air,A crown of peace awaits the faithful soul until he reaches freedom's open shore.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain the mournful whisper that it might have been,The wounded heart learns fortitude through pain and gently soothes the aching of the breast.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and leaves an ache that time can never heal,Through tears the spirit learns the higher faith to guide the wanderer to the gates of grace.

We watched the sunset fade into the grey and drained the joy of youth from mortal eyes,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and looks beyond the sorrow of the dust.

The lonely watcher marks the waning light and darkness settles on the weary brow,The soul ascends above its mortal chains until the pilgrim reaches native ground.

The flowers withered in the sudden frost and left our harbor empty in the rain,A deeper wisdom blossoms out of pain and purifies the soul from earthly dross.

The ship sailed outward never to return as shadows lengthen on the lonely wall,The night is long but morning must return until the peace of heaven heals the mind.

The saddest words of tongue or pen remain black as the pit that stretches pole to pole,The gentle dawn shall break upon our night and folds the traveler in its native calm.

A quiet grief that speaks without a word and sings of absence to the empty sky,Hope whispers faintly through the darkest gloom and purifies the soul from earthly dross.