MARIA CLARA`S SONG by JOSE RIZAL

Sweet are the hours in one's native land,
Where all is dear the sunbeams bless;
Life‐giving breezes sweep the strand,
And death is softened by love's caress.

Warm kisses play on mother's lips,
On her fond, tender breast awaking
When round her neck the soft arm slips,
And bright eyes smile, all love partaking.