{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop220.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop220.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop220.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\n2Heaped in the vessels, bright the millet shone;\n Pure were the victim rams. Last harvest done,\n We thanked the spirits of the land and air,\n From whom the joyous husbandmen declare\n The copious produce of the year had come.\n Now without lutes and the resounding drum,\n To him who taught men tillage first we cry,\n And ask for rain to help our husbandry. p. 290\n So shall our millets grow. Each field now thrives,\n To bless our laborers, and bless their wives.\n3Our lord of long descent now comes this way,\n Just as their wives and children food convey\n To those who on the southern acres toil.\n The inspector of the fields appears meanwhile\n Glad he looks on, and of the simple food\n The dishes tastes, to see if it be good.\n The hand of skill appears in every field;\n \u2019Tis sure erelong luxuriant crop to yield.\n Our lord complacent looks, and in his view\n The toilers feel their zeal inspired anew.\n4The reapers soon the crops will take in hand,\n Which curving down, and thick as thatch, shall stand.\n Lo! numerous stacks are built all o\u2019er the grounds,\n Rising like islands, seen from far like mounds.\n Thousands of granaries must our lord prepare,\n And carts in myriads home their loads shall bear.\n With radiant joy each husbandman surveys\n The millets stored, the rice crop and the maize.\n Then all shall pray for blessing on our lord,\n For myriad years.\u2014Such shall be his reward!","title":"The Book of Poetry: Book VI. The Decade of Pei Shan: VII. Fu T\u2018ien","type":"page"}