{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/bop/bop300.htm","path":"cfu/bop/bop300.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/bop/bop300.htm","text":"The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876]\nThe different kinds of grain they sow.\n Each seed, though hid the earth below,\n Its form of life will quickly show.\nBehold their wives and children there!\n These the cooked millet to them bear,\n Carried in baskets round and square.\nIn light splint hats their hoes they speed,\n Clearing the ground for fruitful seed,\n And rooting out the noisome weed.\nThe weeds, uprooted, die away,\n And feed the ground by their decay.\n The millets grow from day to day. p. 458\nAnd now the golden stalks and tall\n Before the reapers, rustling, fall.\n Straightway they're built up like a wall.\nHigh as a wall the sheaves are placed,\n Like comb teeth close, and interlaced.\n Anon the grain is stored in haste.\nHundreds of houses hold the store;\n The wives and children fret no more;\n The labors of the year are o\u2019er.\nThis black-lipped tawny bull we slay,\n Whose horns the well-known curve display,\n The rites of husbandry to pay.\nThus to the future hand we down\n These rites long held in high renown,\n Glad the ancestral ways to own.","title":"The Book of Poetry: Section III. The Decade of Min Y\u00fc Hsiao Tz\u016d: VI. Liang Ss\u016d","type":"page"}