Short Poems

Sandalwood the hawser-ties, silk the puller ropes;
in a pool of pure white jade, a skiff of kingfisher blue.
Lotus blossoms shake off water, mandarin ducks bathe:
Master Lu tonight is sleeping here inside his boat.

Sacred Mt. Hua, terrace of clouds,
10,000 miles of feeling;
noble autumn, sun descending,
gazing toward the city of Ch'in.
The Yellow River, a single thread,
leading toward the sea;
you are moving on the palm
of the hand of an immortal.

Setting out on the road,
the second goodbye
spoken with the hat

A woman who, disliked by her husband, was living with her parents, wanted to see her son on his first boys' festival day But she could not do so during the day, because too many people would have seen her:
Sent away, I look at the banner above the gate during the night

A senseless school, where we must give
Our lives that we may learn to live!
A dolt is he who memorizes
Lessons that leave no time for prizes.

16 W.P.V., 1866

Science in God, is known to be
A Substance, not a Qualitie.

Though Caesar falling, shew'd no sign of fear,
Yett Brutus, when thou did'st appear,
When thy false hand, against him came,
He vail'd his face, to hide that shame,
Which did on the mistake attend
Of having own'd thee, for his Freind.

Seven little pigs went to market,
One of them fell down;
One of them, he ran away,
And five got to town.

1. Send forth, O God, thy light and truth, And let them lead me still,
2. O why, my soul, art thou cast down? Within me why distressed?
Undaunted, in the paths of right, Up to thy holy hill.
Thy hopes the God of grace shall crown; He yet shall make thee blessed.
Then to thy altar will I spring, And in my God rejoice;
To him, my neverfailing Friend, I bow, and kiss the rod;
And praise shall tune the trembling string, And gratitude my voice.
To him shall thanks and praise ascend, My Saviour and my God.

" SEEING is believing,"
I've often heard you say.
My dear Sir Henry Ferrett,
I see you every day.