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TO THE PHILIPPINES
FIRST INSPIRATION
CHILD JESUS
Why have you come to earth,
Child-God, in a poor manger?
Does Fortune find you a stranger
from the moment of your birth?
KUNDIMAN
FELICITATION
Go to my country, go, O foreign flowers, sown by the traveler along the road,
and under that blue heaven that watches over my loved ones,
recount the devotion the pilgrim nurses for his native sod!
Go and say say that when dawn opened your chalices for the first time
beside the icy Neckar, you saw him silent beside you,
thinking of her constant vernal clime.
TO JOSEPHINE
Josephine, Josephine
Who to these shores have come
Looking for a nest, a home,
Like a wandering swallow;
If your fate is taking you
To Japan, China or Shanghai,
Don't forget that on these shores
A heart for you beats high.
HYMN TO TALISAY
Gone are the days of peace, the days of loves gay chorus,
when the flowers were enough to alleviate the soul
of its sufferings and sorrows.
For what, when among the people who criticize and maltreat me,
arid the soul, the lips frigid, theres not a heart that beats
with mine, no heart to meet me?
Let sleep in the depths of oblivion all that I feel, for there
it well should be, where the breath cannot mix it with a rhyme
that evaporates in the air.
But, sacred imagination, once again to warm my fantasy you will come nigh
when, faith being faded, broken the sword, I cannot for my country die.
Youll give me the mourning zither whose chords vibrate with elegiac strains
to sweeten the sorrows of my nation and muffle the clanking of her chains.
But if with laurel triumph crowns our efforts, and my country, united,
like a queen of the East arises, a white pearl rescued from the sty:
return then and intone with vigor the sacred hymn of a new existence,
and we shall sing that strain in chorus though in the sepulcher we lie.
HYMN TO LABOR
CHORUS:
MEN:
Now the East is glowing with light,
Go! To the field to till the land,
For the labour of man sustains
Fam'ly, home and Motherland.
Hard the land may turn to be,
Scorching the rays of the sun above...
For the country, wife and children
All will be easy to our love.
(Chorus)
WIVES:
Go to work with spirits high,
For the wife keeps home faithfully,
Inculcates love in her children
For virtue, knowledge and country.
When the evening brings repose,
On returning joy awaits you,
And if fate is adverse, the wife,
Shall know the task to continue.
(Chorus)
MAIDENS:
Hail! Hail! Praise to labour,
Of the country wealth and vigor!
For it brow serene's exalted,
It's her blood, life, and ardor.
If some youth would show his love
Labor his faith will sustain :
Only a man who struggles and works
Will his offspring know to maintain.
(Chorus)
CHILDREN:
Teach, us ye the laborious work
To pursue your footsteps we wish,
For tomorrow when country calls us
We may be able your task to finish.
And on seeing us the elders will say :
"Look, they're worthy 'f their sires of yore!"
Incense does not honor the dead
As does a son with glory and valor.
COLUMBUS AND JOHN II
THE EMBARKATION