Not yet, Rizal, not yet. the glory hour will come.Out of the silent dreaming, From the seven-thousandfold silenceWe shall emerge, saying: WE ARE FILIPINOS, And no longerbe ashamed.Sleep not in peace. The dream is not yet fully carved. Hard thewood, but harderthe blows. Yet the molave will stand; Yet the molave monumentwill rise, andgods walk on brown legs.
1.to whom do you think is the poem