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    My Last Farewell

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    1) The speaker bids farewell to their fatherland, a pearl of the Orient seas, and their lost Eden, as they go to give their fading life's best for their country, regardless of whether their life was brighter or more blessed. 2) Others have given their lives on the battlefield without doubt or hesitation, whether under a cypress, laurel or lily white, and the speaker will do the same to serve their country's need. 3) The speaker sees the dawn break to herald the day and offers their blood to dye the walking ray crimson for their country's dear sake, as they expire.

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    1) The speaker bids farewell to their fatherland, a pearl of the Orient seas, and their lost Eden, as they go to give their fading life's best for their country, regardless of whether their life was brighter or more blessed. 2) Others have given their lives on the battlefield without doubt or hesitation, whether under a cypress, laurel or lily white, and the speaker will do the same to serve their country's need. 3) The speaker sees the dawn break to herald the day and offers their blood to dye the walking ray crimson for their country's dear sake, as they expire.

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    1) The speaker bids farewell to their fatherland, a pearl of the Orient seas, and their lost Eden, as they go to give their fading life's best for their country, regardless of whether their life was brighter or more blessed. 2) Others have given their lives on the battlefield without doubt or hesitation, whether under a cypress, laurel or lily white, and the speaker will do the same to serve their country's need. 3) The speaker sees the dawn break to herald the day and offers their blood to dye the walking ray crimson for their country's dear sake, as they expire.

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    My Last Farewell

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    1) The speaker bids farewell to their fatherland, a pearl of the Orient seas, and their lost Eden, as they go to give their fading life's best for their country, regardless of whether their life was brighter or more blessed. 2) Others have given their lives on the battlefield without doubt or hesitation, whether under a cypress, laurel or lily white, and the speaker will do the same to serve their country's need. 3) The speaker sees the dawn break to herald the day and offers their blood to dye the walking ray crimson for their country's dear sake, as they expire.

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    My Last Farewell If over my grave someday thou seest grow,

    In the grassy sod, a humble flower,


    1
    Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so,
    Farewell, dear fatherland,
    While I may feel on my brow in the cold
    clime of the sun carress’d
    tomb below
    Pearl of the Orient seas, our Eden lost!
    The touch of thy tenderness, thy breath’
    Gladly now I go to give thee this faded
    warm power.
    life’s best,
    7
    And were it brighter, fresher, or more blest,
    Let the moon beam over me soft and serene,
    Still would I give it thee, nor count the cost.
    Let the dawn shed over me its radiant flashes,
    2
    Let the wind with sad lament over me keen
    On the field of battle, ‘mid the frenzy of fight,
    And if on my cross a bird should be seen,
    Others have given their lives, without
    Let it trill there its hymn of peace to my ashes.
    doubt or heed;
    8
    The place matter not – cypress or laurel or
    Let the sun draw the vapors up to the sky,
    lily white,
    And heavenward in the purity bear
    Scaffold of open plain, combat or
    my tardy protest;
    martyrdoms plight,
    Let some kind soul o’er my untimely fate sigh,
    ‘Tis ever the same, to serve our home and country’s need
    And in the still evening a prayer
    3
    be lifted on high
    I die just when I see the dawn break,
    from thee, o my country than in God
    Through the gloom of night, to herald the day;
    I may rest.
    And if color is lacking my blood thou
    9
    shalt take,
    Pray for all those that hapless have died,
    Pour’d out at need for thy dear sake,
    For all who have suffered the
    To dye with its crimson the walking ray.
    unmeasure’d pain;
    4
    For our mothers that bitterly their woes
    My dreams, when life first opened to me,
    have cried,
    My dreams, when hopes of youth beat high,
    for widows and orphans, for captives by
    We’re to see thy lov’d face, O gem of the
    torture tried;
    Orient sea,
    And then for thyself that redemption thou mayst gain.
    From gloom and grief, from care
    10
    and sorrow free;
    And when the dark night wraps the
    No blush on thy brow, no tear in thine eye.
    graveyard around,
    5
    With only the dead in their vigil to see;
    Dreams of my life, living and burning desire,
    Break not my repose or the mystery profound
    All hail! Cries the soul that is now
    And perchance thou mayst hear a sad
    to take flight;
    hymn resound;
    All hail! And sweet it is for thee to expire;
    ‘Tis I, O my country, raising a song unto thee.
    To die for thy sake, that thou mayst aspire;

    And sleep in thy bosom eternity’s long night.


    11

    When even my grave is remembered no more,


    6
    Unmark’d by never a cross nor a stone;

    Let the plow sweep through it, the spade

    turn it o’er

    That my ashes may carpet thy earthly floor,

    Before into nothingness at last

    they are blown.

    12

    Then will oblivion bring to me no care,

    As over thy vales and plains I sweep;

    Throbbing and cleansed in thy space and air,

    With the color and light, with song

    and lament I fare,

    Ever repeating the faith that I keep.

    13

    My fatherland ador’d, that sadness to my

    sorrow lends,

    Beloved Filipinas, hear now my last good-by!

    I give thee all: parents and kindred

    and friends;

    For I go where no slaves before

    the oppressor bends,

    Where faith can never kill, and God reigns

    e’er on high!

    14

    Farewell to you all, from my soul torn away,

    Friends of my childhood in the

    home dispossessed!

    Give thanks that I rest from the

    wearisome day!

    Farewell to thee, too, sweet friend that

    Lightened my way;

    Beloved creatures all, farewell! In death

    there is rest!

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