Summer Idyl

When fragrance of a thousand flow'rs
Shall blend in one sweet harmony,
To lift my soul unto the stars,
Then I have touched eternity!

What sheer enchantment summer weaves,
What sweet content, what pure delight,
To see green dancing bamboo leaves
Perform ballets in misty light.

Cathedral forests, sylvan glen
Ring out with hymns of birdsong clear,
Gay mayas in the fields and fen
Trill arias full of lilting cheer.

Beneath the ferns, the laughing brook
Just gurgles on its merry way,
What joy to sit here with a book
And dream the golden hours away!

When songs of summer past and gone
Shall rise in one sweet melody
To lift my soul unto the sun,
Then I have touched infinity!

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The Sibal Family History In the nineteenth century, in the southern tip of Tarlac province in Luzon, Philippines, a dozen siblings came from the province of Pampanga and founded the town of Bamban.The siblings were surnamed Sibal and consisted of eleven brothers and one sister who married a Maristela man. The Sibal brothers called this place Bamban because of the smooth, thornless bamboo that grew in large clumps and the name of this bamboo is “bamban.” The place was very fertile for fields of rice and sugar cane and all kinds of fruit trees. It was very near the foothills of the large chain of Sierra madre mountains where abound hardwood trees of narra, lauan, wild animals such as deer, wild boars and all kinds of flora and fauna. The mountains were on the western side of Bamban, while on the southern side ran a river that teemed with fish. On the banks of this river called Parua, there were stones and sparkling sand brought by the current. The bank of the river was a forest full of pine trees (Pinus insularis) and the wind whistled its song through their boughs. At that time, Bamban was a veritable paradise. more>>