Jose Rizal

(1861-1896 / Philippines)

The Song Of Maria Clara - Poem by Jose Rizal

Sweet the hours in the native country,
where friendly shines the sun above!
Life is the breeze that sweeps the meadows;
tranquil is death; most tender, love.

Warm kisses on the lips are playing
as we awake to mother's face:
the arms are seeking to embrace her,
the eyes are smiling as they gaze.

How sweet to die for the native country,
where friendly shines the sun above!
Death is the breeze for him who has
no country, no mother, and no love!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 14, 2010



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