{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop129.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop129.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop129.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The varnish trees on hillsides grow,\n And chestnuts on the lands below.\n When access to the prince we've found,\n We sit and hear the lutes\u2019 sweet sound.\n If we seize not this joy to-day,\n Old age will have us for its prey.\n3The mulberries on the hillsides grow,\n And willows where the grounds are low.\n When to the prince our way we've made\n We sit and hear the organs played.\n If we pass by this joy to-day,\n Old age will bear us all away.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book XI. The Odes of Ch\u2018in: I. Ch\u2018\u00ea Lin","type":"page"}