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Confucius - An Ode Appropriate To A Festivity
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The dew lies heavy all around,
  Nor, till the sun shines, leaves the ground.
  Far into night we feasting sit;
  We drink, and none his place may quit.

  The dew lies heavy, and its gems
  Stud the luxuriant, grassy stems.
  The happy night with wassail rings;
  So feasted here the former kings.

  The jujube and the willow-tree
  All fretted with the dew we see.
  Each guest`s a prince of noble line,
  In whom the virtues all combine.

  The _t`ung_ and _e_ their fruits display,
  Pendant from every graceful spray.
  My guests are joyous and serene,
  No haggard eye, no ruffled mien.
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