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Brotherhood Hymn
Lyrics by:   Gil Delos Reyes '62
Music by :   Tony Ragalario

Through brotherhood we have forged our bonds
To be noble Filipinos we all stand
Its sacred name we all acclaim
For all the glories we shall attain

To uphold the right , we shall fight
And together we shall ascend the height
In our tasks nothing must daunt us
Filipinos ever we'll be true

No guts , no glory
Undying loyalty
The greater the sacrifice the sweeter the triumph
for the greater glory of the Filipinos

Through brotherhood we have forged our bonds
To be noble Filipinos we all stand
Its sacred name we all acclaim
For all the glories we shall attain

To uphold the right , we shall fight
And together we shall ascend the height
In our tasks nothing must daunt us
Filipinos ever we'll be true...FIGHT!!!

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INVICTUS
By: William Ernest Henley
1849-1903

                                                                                    Out of the night that covers me,
                                                                                         Black as the pit from pole to pole,
                                                                                    I thank whatever gods maybe
                                                                                         for my unconquerable soul.

                                                                                    In the fell clutch of circumstance
                                                                                         I have not winched nor cried aloud.
                                                                                    Under the bludgeonings of chance
                                                                                         My head is bloody, but unbowed.

                                                                                    Beyond this place of wrath and tears
                                                                                         Looms but the horror of shade,
                                                                                     And yet the menace of the years
                                                                                         Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

                                                                                    It matters not how strait the gait,
                                                                                         How charged with punishments the scroll,
                                                                                     I am the master of my fate;
                                                                                         I am the captain of my soul.

Re-published on this site with permission. bartleby.com
ISBN: 1-58734-0631-1
Modern British Poetry,edited by Louis Untermeyer.
New York, Harcourt, Brace and Howe, 1920 Bartleby.com, 1999 [ Date of Printout]

On-Line Ed: Published January 1999 by bartleby.com © Copyright Bartleby.com,Inc.

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