by Luis G. Dato
Sweet are the hours in one’s own native land,
Where all are friends who live beneath her skies,
Life bring the winds that roam upon her strand,
Death is a joy, and life a Paradise.
Warm kisses which a mother’s love oft places
On her child’s brow when glow the dawning skies,
Seek with soft hands and warm embraces,
And eyes that smile to greet the baby’s eyes.
Sweet are the hours in one’s own native home,
Where all are friends who live beneath her sun,
Death bring the winds that down her valleys roam,
When love and home and country we have none.
Luis Dato, who translated Maria Clara’s Song by Jose Rizal for this issue of the Magazine, was born in Baao, Camarines Sur. He is a law student in the University of the Philippines, editor of the Bicol Star, and a well-known poet. — A. V. H. HARTENDORP Philippine Magazine, June 1933
