Then Yüan-tê was delighted. He called in Kuan and Chang to make their bow and brought out the gifts he had prepared. K‘ung-ming refused them all. “These are not gifts to engage your services, but mere proof of my regard,” said Yüan-tê. Then the presents were accepted. They all remained that night at the farm. Next day Chuko Chün returned and his brother said to him, “Uncle Liu has come thrice to see me and now I must go with him. Keep up the farm in my absence and do not let the place go to ruin for, as soon as my work is accomplished, I will certainly return.” Then, turning from his humble home, He thought of peaceful days to come, When he should take the homeward way And ne‘er beyond the valley stray. But duty kept him in the west, And there he found his place of rest. An old poem may be quoted here:— The Founder of Han seized his gleaming blade And at Mangtang the blood of the white snake flowed. He conquered Ts‘in, destroyed Ch‘u and entered Hsienyang. After two centuries of rule the line was near broken, But Kuang-Wu, the great, restored the glory at Loyang. And his children occupied the throne Till decay began in the days of Huan and Ling. The Emperor Ling removed the capital to Hsüch‘ang, And, within the four seas, all was confusion. Bold spirits started up in fierce contention. Ts‘ao Ts‘ao, seized the favourable moment And the Imperial authority passed into his hands, While the Suns made to themselves A glorious heritage east of the river, Solitary and poor, Liu Pei wandered from place to place, Till he found a haven in Hsinyeh. Sorely distressed he was at the sorrows of the people, But the Sleeping Dragon conceived a noble ambition, Within his breast were thoughts Of great things to be accomplished by force of arms. Then, because of the parting words of Hsü Shu, And by the thrice repeated visits to his retreat, The great hero found and knew his mentor. When the age of K‘ung-ming was but thrice nine years, He turned from his books, put aside his lute And left the peaceful fields he had loved, Under his guidance Chingchou was taken And the Land of the Four Streams conquered. He unrolled great schemes, as one all knowing, In speech, he went to and fro in the world, The sound of war drums rolled from his tongue, The words from his heart stirred one to the utmost depths, The dragon pranced, the tiger glared, And peace was brought to the world. Through all the ages his fame shall never decay.
Brewitt-Taylor · 1925 · public domain