{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop190.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop190.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop190.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2The wild geese fly about, and light\n \u00a0\u00a0Amid the marsh, where grain once shone.\n We rear the walls as we are told;\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0Five thousand feet are quickly done\n Great is the toil, and sore the pain,\n But peaceful homes will rise again.\n3The wild geese fly with plaintive note,\n \u00a0\u00a0That sadly suits our weary sighs.\n But those whose orders we obey,\u2014\n \u00a0\u00a0They see our pain; and they are wise.\n If they had not been men of sense,\n They had rebuked our insolence.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book III. The Decade of T\u2018ung Kung: VII. Hung Yen","type":"page"}