The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1905-09-14
ULT4Mo ADros,
TRANSLATED by 1. S. Bartlett.l


IJose Rizal, the author of this pat
rlotlc poem, was Filipino martyr,
patriot poet, historian and novelist. He
was brilliant scholar and did much
to arouse the Fflipinos to instruction
against Spain. AS result he was ex-
ecuted by the Spaniards, and "Ultimo
Adios was written on the eve of his
execution
Ultimo Adios' is a patriotic gem.
put 1t has been rarely published in the
United States. The gentleman who
furnishes it to the State journal saws
he has been looking for il for long
Tune, and he finally ran across a copy
in the Scrapbook of a former Chicago
lady now living near Almena in north
western Kansas. 1t will be a revela-
ton to many people that the Philip
pines have produced a writer capable
or such expressions.
Rial was not only admired as a
brilliant scholar and genius, but was
beloved for his integrity, courage and
gentle humanity, His name will al
ways be revered by his countrymen.
A native of the island, at an early
age he won the highest prizes for
scholarship at Manila and afterward
went abroad and obtained university
degrees at Madrid, Paris and Heidel-
languages, eight of which he talked
with ease. He may be called the Vic
tor Hugo of his country. His great
work, a novel entitled 'Noli Me Tan
arousing a spirit of independence
among the native populations. His
history of the Philippines, his poetry,
and his writings on governmental
topics all breathed an intense love of
his native land and an ardent devotion
to the cause of it's redemption from
Spanish tyranny. This dedication of
his life and his commanding influence
of Spanish officials that he was twice
banished and finally executed by gov
eminent orders.l
Adieu, land adored! Pearl of the ORR
ent seal
Bright. sparkling in the sun. once Para
To thee my life give: my life so sad and
dark.
o. would it were more bright-a shining.
Still would l give it thee, to its expiring
spark.
In the mad battles charge, with passion
frenzy stirred.
The soldier gives his life without a SORROW
So give 1 mine: 1t matters not the time
or place,
OF martyrdom; my country's cause shall
give me grace.
The land is dark with angry skies. with
| justice yelled.
| But in my vision clear the dawn appears;
Freedom impaled
Springs into heavenly light; to give it rosy
My blood I freely shed; my county, it's
For in this solemn hour my heart is fond
and true.
My childhood's dreams of innocence, in
play or sleep,
| The dreams of all my youth. and those
my manhood keep.
Were always thine; islands saw of fair
In beauteous seas; their future with no
cloud of shame,
| No dark and troublous times, but happy
days to claim.
Dream of my lifel Ny souls most ardent.
Thee I salutei with farewell signs from
my hearts Tyre,
Salute! How beautiful to fall. that thou
To die for thy good Hfe-to die beneath
In this enchanted land to sleep the sleep
If DER my peaceful grave thou seest bloom
Amidst the waving grass simple flower
| 1 pray
Thou bring. It to thy lips and kiss my
In my repose may feel the warm breath
And tender memories of a friend and
lover nigh.
10, may the pure white moon with tran
quill glory shine
Upon my silent home; and mornings ray:
Linger awhile with the fresh breezes muir
muring there,
And if bird descends. his song with note:
so rare.
Shall blend with natures voices In a low
ing prayer.
And as the ardent sun evaporates thu
streams,
And draws up to the sky their moiStur'
with it's beams,
God lifts my aspiration, listens to my cry
So. too. I ask earth's friends to hear m!
And pray for me, my countrymen, whel
shall die.
Pray for the dying ones who had no 10!
For those who suffer wrongs. and wear!
And can not die; for all unhappy ones
| who groan,
In bitterness of soul! for prisoners VIII,
| moan,
And for myself, redeemed in love by Chris
alone.
And when the shadows close around tn
sleeping dead.
| Stiffness and darkness watching oe
their earthly bed;
Alone may they repose from life's tumult
uouS scene;
Seek not to know what this deep myster!
. But listen for the voices from that worl,
| unseen.
And when, by all forgotten, my SECLUDED
| grave
Has no memorial left, one blessed boon
crave;
. Let men with plow and spade ming1e m!
| ashes there
with the dear earth loved. that it ma!
freely bear
| Verdure of patriot blood, flowers OF ou
native air.
Where e'er thou layest me, 1t matters not
give
Ny body to the Dust. but truth will eve
The sun will shine. SONGS will be sung
the fields be gay
With tropic life, from dewy morn to even
And all shall teach the faith of freedom.