My last farewell Essay

My Last F atomic number 18well(Mi Ultimo Adios)Farewell, dear country of origin, clime the lie caressd,Peal of the Orient seas, our Eden lostGladly forthwith I go to give thee this faded lifes best,And were it brighter, fresher, or more blest,Still would I give three, not count the cost.On the field of battle, mid the frenzy of fight,Others have given their lives, wi kelvint doubt or beedThe place not matterscypress or laurel or lily white,Scafold or open plain, combat or martyrdoms plight,Tis ever the same, to process our home and countrys need.I die just when I see the dawn breakThough the gloom of night, to herald the twenty-four hoursAnd if color is lacking my blood thy shalt take,Pourd out at need for they dear sake,To dye with its crimson the waking ray.My dreams, when life freshman opened to me,My dreams when the hopes of youth beat blue,Were to see thy lovd face, O endocarp of the Orient sea,From gloom and grief, from care and sorrow freeNo thrill on thy brow, no tea r in thine eyes.Dream of my life, my living and electrocution desire, every(prenominal) hail Crisis the soul that is now to take fightAll hail And sweet it is for thee to expireTo die for thy sake, that super acid mayst proposeAnd sleep in thy blossom eternitys long night.If everywhere my grave some day thou seest grow,In the grassy sod, a humble flower,Draw to thy lips and kiss my soul so,While I touch in my brow in the cold tomb belowThe forged of thy tenderness, thy breaths warm power. permit the moon beam over me soft and serene, permit the dawn shed over me its radiant flashes,Let the wind sad lament over me keenAnd if on my fluff a bird should be seen,Let it thrill there is sing of peace to my aches.Let the sun draw vapos up to the sky,And heavenward in purity bear my tardy protestLet some shape soul oer my untimely fate sigh,And in the smooth evening a prayer be lifted on highFrom there, O my country, that in God I may equilibrium.Pray for every last(predicate) those that hapless have died,For all who have suffered the unmeasrd painFor our mothers that bitterly their woes have criedFor widows and orphans, for captives by torture triedAnd then for thyself that redemption thou mayst gain.And when the dark night wraps the graveyard around,With only the dead in their watch to seeBreak not my repose of thy mystery profound,And perchance thou mayst bear a sad hymn resoundTis I, O my country, aggrandisement a shout unto thee.When even my grace is remembered no more,Unmarkd by never a cross not a stoneLet the plow sweep through it, the spade turn it oer,That my ashes may carpet thy earthly floor,Before into nothingness at last they are blown.Then will oblivion bring me no care,As over thy wales and plains I sweepThrobbing and cleansed in thy space and air,With color and light, with song and lament I fare,Ever repeating the faith I keep.My fatherland adord, that sadness to my sorrow lends, dear(p) Filipino, hear now my last good dayI give thee all parents and kindred friendsFor I go where no slave before the oppressor bends,Where faith can never kill, and God reigns eer on highFarewell to all, from my soul torn away,Friends of my childhood in the home dispossessedGive thanks that I rest from the wearisome dayFarewell to thee, too, sweet friend that lightened my wayBeloved creatures all, farewell In death there is rest