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To The Philippine Youth
Hold high the brow serene,
O youth, where now you stand; Let the bright sheen Of your grace be seen, Fair hope of my fatherland!
Come now, thou genius grand,
And bring down inspiration; With thy mighty hand, Swifter than the wind's violation, Raise the eager mind to higher station.
Come down with pleasing light
Of art and science to the fight, O youth, and there untie The chains that heavy lie, Your spirit free to blight. See how in flaming zone Amid the shadows thrown, The Spaniard'a holy hand A crown's resplendent band Proffers to this Indian land.
Thou, who now wouldst rise
On wings of rich emprise, Seeking from Olympian skies Songs of sweetest strain, Softer than ambrosial rain; Thou, whose voice divine Rivals Philomel's refrain And with varied line Through the night benign Frees mortality from pain;
Thou, who by sharp strife
Wakest thy mind to life ; And the memory bright Of thy genius' light Makest immortal in its strength ;
And thou, in accents clear
Of Phoebus, to Apelles dear ; Or by the brush's magic art Takest from nature's store a part, To fig it on the simple canvas' length ;
Go forth, and then the sacred fire
Of thy genius to the laurel may aspire ; To spread around the fame, And in victory acclaim, Through wider spheres the human name.
Day, O happy day,
Fair Filipinas, for thy land! So bless the Power to-day That places in thy way This favor and this fortune grand!