{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop085.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop085.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop085.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2\"Lat flee, and bring them hame to me,\n An\u2019 sic a dish as ye sail pree.\n In comin\u2019 times as ower the strings\n Your noddin\u2019 heed in rapture hings,\n Supreme ower care, nor fasht wi\u2019 fears,\n We\u2019ll baith grow auld in worth and years, p. 94\n3\"An\u2019 when we meet the friends ye like,\n I\u2019ll gie to each some little fyke;\u2014\n The lasses beads, trocks to their brithers,\n An\u2019 auld-warld fairlies to their mithers.\n Some knickknack lovin\u2019 hands will fin\u2019\n To show the love that dwalls within.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VII. The Odes of Ch\u00eang: VIII. N\u00fc Y\u00fceh Chi Ming","type":"page"}