My First Inspiration and To The Filipino Youth

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My First

Inspiration
And
To The
Filipino
My First Inspiration
• He made it during his studies at the University of the
Ateneo

• He published it on 1974

• The poem was written in honor of his mother’s birthday.


My First Inspiration
Why falls so rich a spray Why in the grass below
of fragrance from the do birds start at the wind's
bowers noises,
of the balmy flowers unleashing their honeyed
upon this festive day? voices
as they hop from bough to
Why from woods and vales bough?
do we hear sweet measures
ringing Why should the spring that
that seem to be the singing glows
Why seems to me more And the spring that rings
endearing, with laughter
more fair than on other days, upon this joyful day
the dawn's enchanting face with its murmur seems to
among red clouds say:
appearing?  "Live happily ever after!"

The reason, dear mother, is And from that spring in the


they feast your day of grove
bloom: now turn to hear the first
To the Filipino Youth

• Originally written in Spanish (A La Juvetud Filipina)

• He made it during his studies at the University of the Sto.


Tomas

• He published it on 1879
To the Filipino Youth
Unfold, oh timid flower! 
Descend with the pleasing light
Lift up your radiant brow, Of the arts and sciences to the
This day, Youth of my native plain,
strand!  Oh Youth, and break forthright
Your abounding talents show The links of the heavy chain
Resplendently and grand, That your poetic genius enchain.
Fair hope of my Motherland! 
See that in the ardent zone,
Soar high, oh genius great, The Spaniard, where shadows
And with noble thoughts fill their stand,
mind; Doth offer a shining crown,
The honor's glorious seat, With wise and merciful hand
May their virgin mind fly and find To the son of this Indian land.
More rapidly than the wind.
You at th' impulse of your mind
You, who heavenward rise
The hard rock animate
On wings of your rich fantasy,
And your mind with great pow'r
Seek in the Olympian skies
consigned
The tenderest poesy,
Transformed into immortal state
More sweet than divine honey;
The pure mem'ry of genius great;
You of heavenly harmony,
And you, who with magic brush
On a calm unperturbed night,
On canvas plain capture
Philomel's match in melody,
The varied charm of Phoebus,
That in varied symphony
Loved by the divine Apelles,
Dissipate man's sorrow's blight;
And the mantle of Nature;
Run ! For genius' sacred flame
Awaits the artist's crowning
Spreading far and wide the fame
Throughout the sphere proclaiming
With trumpet the mortal's name
Oh, joyful, joyful day,
The Almighty blessed be
Who, with loving eagerness
Sends you luck and happiness.

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