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Confucius - A Festal Ode Complimenting An Officer
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On dashed my four steeds, without halt, without stay,
  Though toilsome and winding from Chow was the way.
  I wished to return--but the monarch`s command
  Forbade that his business be done with slack hand;
    And my heart was with sadness oppressed.

  On dashed my four steeds; I ne`er slackened the reins.
  They snorted and panted--all white, with black manes.
  I wished to return, but our sovereign`s command
  Forbade that his business be done with slack hand;--
    And I dared not to pause or to rest.

  Unresting the Filial doves speed in their flight,
  Ascending, then sweeping swift down from the height,
  Now grouped on the oaks. The king`s high command
  Forbade that his business be done with slack hand;--
    And my father I left, sore distressed.

  Unresting the Filial doves speed in their flight,
  Now fanning the air and anon they alight
  On the medlars thick grouped. But our monarch`s command
  Forbade that his business be done with slack hand;--
    Of my mother I thought with sad breast.

  My four steeds I harnessed, all white and black-maned,
  Which straight on their way, fleet and emulous strained.
  I wished to return; and now venture in song
  The wish to express, and announce how I long
    For my mother my care to attest.
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