The Book of Odes, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908]
In the city of Haou he built his hall,
With circling waters round the wall:
From north to south, from east to west
There was never a tongue but called him blest.
Great King Wu was a monarch true.
With divination deep, I trow,
Afar he sought the sight of Haou.
With tortoise-shell the site he chose,
And tier by tier the city rose.
Great King Wu was a monarch true.
By the waters of Fung white millet grew.
Statesmen wise were the choice of Wu,
The future reaped whate’er he planned;
His son was lord of a grateful land.
Good King Wu was a monarch true.