My last farewell Essay

My Last Farewell(Mi Ultimo Adios)Farewell, dear fatherland, clime the sun caressd, surround of the Orient seas, our Eden lostGladly now I go to give thee this faded feels best,And were it brighter, fresher, or more blest,Still would I give three, non count the cost.On the area of battle, mid the frenzy of fight,Others have given their lives, with expose doubt or beedThe place not matterscypress or laurel or lily white,Scafold or open plain, combat or martyrdoms plight,Tis ever the same, to dole out our home and countrys need.I lead just when I see the dawn step downThough the gloom of shadow, to herald the dayAnd if tinge 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 first opened to me,My dreams when the hopes of young beat high,Were to see thy lovd face, O gem of the Orient sea,From gloom and grief, from care and ruefulness uncaringNo blush on thy brow, no tear in thine eyes.Dream of my l ife, my living and burning desire, every hail Crisis the soul that is now to take fightAll hail And sweet it is for thee to expireTo die for thy sake, that thou mayst aspireAnd sleep in thy blossom eternitys long night.If all over my grave some day thou seest grow,In the grassy sod, a humble flower,Draw to thy lips and coddle my soul so,While I feel in my brow in the cold tomb infraThe tough of thy tenderness, thy breaths warm power. allow the moon beam over me soft and serene,Let the dawn shed over me its radiant flashes,Let the wind sad lament over me subtileAnd if on my cross a bird should be seen,Let it thrill there is hymn of counterinsurgency to my aches.Let the sun draw vapos up to the sky,And heavenward in purity bear my tardy protestationLet some kind soul oer my untimely fate sigh,And in the fluid evening a prayer be lifted on highFrom there, O my country, that in theology I may rest.Pray for all those that hapless have died,For all who have suffered the unmeasrd chafeFor 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 vigil to seeBreak not my repose of thy mystery story profound,And perchance thou mayst bear a sad hymn resoundTis I, O my country, raising a song 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 absolution 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,love Filipino, hear now my last goodbyeI give thee all parents and kindred friendsFor I go where no slave before the oppress or 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 dispossessed break down 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