The Book of Poetry: Section I. Decade of Ch‘ing Miao: X. Ssŭ Wên
O thou, accomplished, great Hou-chi,
To thee alone ’twas given
To be, by what we trace to thee,
The correlate of Heaven.
On all who dwell within our land
Grain food didst thou bestow.
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’Tis to thy wonder-working hand
This gracious boon we owe.
God had the wheat and barley meant
To nourish all mankind.
None would have fathomed His intent,
But for thy guiding mind.
Man's social duties thou didst show
To every tribe and state.
From thee the polished manners flow
That stamp our land "The Great."