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TO MY NATIVE LAND

January 10, 2013
By iREGIEster BRONZE, Marikina City, Other
iREGIEster BRONZE, Marikina City, Other
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We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.


Beloved land, let me explain to thee
Why thought of nearing death provokes a pain;
"Tis not that I again shall never see
These Orient Isles of kindly sun and rain;
Not that the visionary spirit must
Forego the wonders she had fondly schemed;
Not that the flesh must soon succumb to dust,
With love's ayowals only half redeem.
O my beloved Land, whose air I breathe,
Whose bounty is my daily sustenance,
How sad to leave with nothing to bequeath,
Thy weal to serve, thy glory to enhance.
How shameful, finally, to dare to rest
My thankless dust upon thy noble breast!



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