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Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Welcome your forthcoming glory, Rizalandia!

‘Tis coming out from shadows in repose:

From the navel of the earth’s core

It rides astride hot magmas

To be spilled in abundance;

From the bottom of the ocean

Surface twill on waves thru currents

Rides on tsunamis, lands ashore;

From the belly of the Sun beyond

Twas salvoed on borealis’ blasts

To heat up Terra searingly.

‘Tis coming out with passions full:

As passions of a zillion eager gods

Out to feret their mindframes on the dusts

Build awesome worlds from nothingness

For which trees are all out to bow

In full regards obeisance vow

The rising done amid lasting Now

No groaning pain shall have been heard

But laughter of a happy bard

The Wind evoke as sways its beard

Not rampaging waters one ought see

But cleansing drops bless head and knee

From festive stream, lake, ocean, sea

Not lethal blows spring from the mouths

Of Vulcan’s sons that we ought loath

‘Tis trumpeted joy from North and South.

Command them all the herds and birds and winds

Sound their tambulis forth on mountains high

That echo messages of purest notes

To all the commonwealths on Terra’s face

Command! Command! That you have come at last

To gain your lush estate that breeds all zest

O! Rizalandia! Take our Wills as one

With you the tale of glory now is done.

[Writ. 10 March 92, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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Bro. Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

 

Welcome your forthcoming glory, Rizalandia!

 

‘Tis coming out from shadows in repose:

From the navel of the earth’s core

It rides astride hot magmas

To be spilled in abundance;

From the bottom of the ocean

Surface twill on waves thru currents

Rides on tsunamis, lands ashore;

From the belly of the Sun beyond

Twas salvoed on borealis’ blasts

To heat up Terra searingly.

 

‘Tis coming out with passions full:

As passions of a zillion eager gods

Out to feret their mindframes on the dusts

Build awesome worlds from nothingness

For which trees are all out to bow

In full regards obeisance vow

The rising done amid lasting Now

No groaning pain shall have been heard

But laughter of a happy bard

The Wind evoke as sways its beard

Not rampaging waters one ought see

But cleansing drops bless head and knee

From festive stream, lake, ocean, sea

Not lethal blows spring from the mouths

Of Vulcan’s sons that we ought loath

‘Tis trumpeted joy from North and South.

 

Command them all the herds and birds and winds

Sound their tambulis forth on mountains high

That echo messages of purest notes

To all the commonwealths on Terra’s face

Command! Command! That you have come at last

To gain your lush estate that breeds all zest

O! Rizalandia! Take our Wills as one

With you the tale of glory now is done.

 

 

[Writ. 10 March 92, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

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