{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop113.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop113.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop113.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2To the top of that barren hill. I climb,\n \u00a0\u00a0And towards my mother I gaze,\n Till with my mind's eye her form I espy,\n \u00a0\u00a0And my mind's ear hears how she says:\n \"Alas for my child on service abroad!\n \u00a0\u00a0He never in sleep shuts an eye.\n May he careful be, and come back to me!\n \u00a0\u00a0In the wild may his body not lie!\" p. 121\n3Up the lofty ridge I, toiling, ascend,\n \u00a0\u00a0And towards my brother I gaze,\n Till with my mind's eye his form I espy,\n \u00a0\u00a0And my mind's ear hears how he says:\n \"Alas! my young brother, serving abroad,\n \u00a0\u00a0All day with his comrades must roam.\n May he careful be, and come back to me,\n \u00a0\u00a0And die not away from his home!\"","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book IX. The Odes of Wei: IV. Chih Hu","type":"page"}