José Rizal
>In ancient climes, in times of yore,
When darkness veiled fair nature's face,
A nation rose in pride and power,
And spread her laws to ev'ry place.
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>A race whose sons were brave and strong,
And loved their freedom most of all,
Who kept the faith with might and song,
And stood unmoved by war's loud call.
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>But, conquered by the power of Rome,
They fell, and darkness closed apace;
Yet from the ruins of their home
Sprang forth a new, a glorious race.
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>A race of men who knew no fear,
Who loved their land with fervor true;
Who fought and died, with sword and spear,
To keep their sacred pledge with you.
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>And now, ye sons of that great race,
What shall ye do? Will ye give way
To sloth and indolence, disgrace?
Or stand erect and fight today?
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>Arise! Arise! Ye youth of mind,
And take your place among the brave;
Show to the world that ye are kind,
And worthy to be free, today!
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>Let courage fire each youthful breast,
And love of God within you flow;
Uplift your voices with the rest,
And let the world your prowess know.
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>Ye are the hope of our dear land,
The light that shines in darkest hours;
Be strong and true and ye shall stand,
Victorious over hostile powers.