“_If the mind has wealth and rank, One may make light of yellow gold. Rich pleasures pall ere long, Simple joys deepen ever. A mist-cloud hanging on the river bank, Pink almond-flowers along the bough, A flower-girt cottage beneath the moon, A painted bridge half seen in shadow, A golden goblet brimming with wine, A friend with his hand on the lute.... Take these and be content; They will swell thy heart beneath thy robe._” x.--THE NATURAL. “_Stoop, and there it is; Seek it not right and left. All roads lead thither,-- One touch and you have spring![26] As though coming upon opening flowers, As though gazing upon the new year, Verily I will not snatch it, Forced, it will dwindle away. I will be like the hermit on the hill, Like duckweed gathered on the stream,[27] And when emotions crowd upon me, I will leave them to the harmonies of heaven._” xi.--SET FREE. “_Joying in flowers without let, Breathing the empyrean, Through ~TAO~ reverting to ether, And there to be wildly free, Wide-spreading as the wind of heaven, Lofty as the peaks of ocean, Filled with a spiritual strength, All creation by my side, Before me the sun, moon, and stars, The phœnix following behind. In the morning I whip up my leviathans And wash my feet in Fusang._”[28] xii.--CONSERVATION. “_Without a word writ down, All wit may be attained. If words do not affect the speaker, They seem inadequate to sorrow.[29] Herein is the First Cause, With which we sink or rise, As wine in the strainer mounts high, As cold turns back the season of flowers. The wide-spreading dust-motes in the air, The sudden spray-bubbles of ocean, Shallow, deep, collected, scattered,-- You grasp ten thousand, and secure one._” xiii.--ANIMAL SPIRITS. “_That they might come back unceasingly, That they might be ever with us!-- The bright river, unfathomable, The rare flower just opening, The parrot of the verdant spring, The willow-trees, the terrace, The stranger from the dark hills, The cup overflowing with clear wine.... Oh, for life to be extended, With no dead ashes of writing, Amid the charms of the Natural,-- Ah, who can compass it?_” xiv.--CLOSE WOVEN. “_In all things there are veritable atoms, Though the senses cannot perceive them, Struggling to emerge into shape From the wondrous workmanship of God. Water flowing, flowers budding, The limpid dew evaporating, An important road, stretching far, A dark path where progress is slow.... So words should not shock, Nor thought be inept. But be like the green of spring, Like snow beneath the moon._”[30] xv.--SECLUSION.