A Poem That Has No Title
The poem speaks how Rizal still give thanks to God whether be good or bad and how everything should be grateful no matter what cause. It tells how in times of trouble he is in or even having dark days, he still expresses his gratitude towards God and still thankful for everything that has happen, things he receives and been blessed about in life.
To my Creator I sing
Who did soothe me in my great loss;
To the Merciful and Kind
Who in my troubles gave me repose.
Thou with that pow'r of thine
Said: Live! And with life myself I found;
And shelter gave me thou
And a soul impelled to the good
Like a compass whose point to the North is bound.
Thou did make me descend
From honorable home and respectable stock,
And a homeland thou gavest me
Without limit, fair and rich
Though fortune and prudence it does lack.
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