Hold high the brow serene, Songs of sweetest strain, O youth, where now you stand; Softer than ambrosial rain; Let the bright sheen
Of your grace be seen,
Thou, whose voice divine Fair hope of my fatherland! Rivals Philomel's refrain
And with varied line
Come now, thou genius grand, Through the night benign And bring down inspiration; Frees mortality from pain; With thy mighty hand,
Swifter than the wind's violation,
Thou, who by sharp strife Raise the eager mind to higher station. Wakest thy mind to life ;
And the memory bright
Come down with pleasing light Of thy genius' light Of art and science to the fight, Makest immortal in its strength ; O youth, and there untie
The chains that heavy lie,
And thou, in accents clear Your spirit free to blight. Of Phoebus, to Apelles dear ; See how in flaming zone Or by the brush's magic art Amid the shadows thrown, Takest from nature's store a part, The Spaniard'a holy hand To fig it on the simple canvas' length ; A crown's resplendent band
Proffers to this Indian land.
Go forth, and then the sacred fire PAMANTAYAN SA PAGBIBIGAY PUNTOS
Of thy genius to the laurel may aspire ;
To spread around the fame, PAGPAPALUTANG NG DIWA NG TULA – 25%
And in victory acclaim, KALIDAD AT KAISAHAN NG TINIG – 25%
Through wider spheres the human name. TIYEMPO AT TAYMING SA PAGBASA – 25%