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A Martyr
A Martyr
A Martyr
Mi Ultimo Adios! "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!" Tribute to Jose Rizal William B.
Lewis The Ambassador of Filipino Music, Art and Dances "A man who never quits is never defeated!"
Tagumpay! Sweet are the hours in one's own Native Land, All there is friendly o'er which the sun shines
above; Vivifying is the breeze that wafts over her fields; Even death is gratifying and more tender is love.
Ardent kissed on a mother's lips are at play, On her lap, upon the infant child's awakening, The extended
arms do seek her neck to entwine, And the eyes at each other's glimpse are smiling. It is sweet to die in
one's own Native Land, All there is friendly o'er which the sun shines above; And deathly is the breeze
for one without A country, without a mother and without love. Mary, sweet peace, solace dear Of
pained mortal ! You're the fount Whence emanates the stream of succor, That without cease our soil
fructifies. From thy throne, from heaven high, Kindly hear my sorrowful cry! And may thy shining veil
protect My voice that rises with rapid flight. Thou art my Mother, Mary, pure; Thou'll be the fortress of
my life; Thou'll be my guide on this angry sea. If ferociously vice pursues me, If in my pains death
harasses me, Help me, and drive away my woes!