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Book Ix. The Odes Of Wei. Iv. Chih Hu

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"The Book of Poetry", tr. by James Legge, [1876],

p. 120

Iv

The "Chih Hu;" narrative. A young soldier on service solaces himself with the thought of home.

1To the top of that tree-clad hill I go,

And towards my father I gaze,

Till with my mind's eye his form I espy,

And my mind's ear hears how he says:

"Alas for my son on service abroad!

He rests not from morning till eve.

May he careful be, and come back to me!

While he is away, how I grieve!
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2To the top of that barren hill. I climb,

And towards my mother I gaze,

Till with my mind's eye her form I espy,

And my mind's ear hears how she says:

"Alas for my child on service abroad!

He never in sleep shuts an eye.

May he careful be, and come back to me!

In the wild may his body not lie!
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3Up the lofty ridge I, toiling, ascend,

And towards my brother I gaze,

Till with my mind's eye his form I espy,

And my mind's ear hears how he says:

"Alas! my young brother, serving abroad,

All day with his comrades must roam.

May he careful be, and come back to me,

And die not away from his home!"
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