Confucius - Hospitality

Confucius - Hospitality

A few gourd leaves that waved about br Cut down and boiled;--the feast how spare! br But the good host his spirits takes, br Pours out a cup, and proves them rare. br br A single rabbit on the mat, br Or baked, or roast:--how small the feast! br But the good host his spirits takes, br And fills the cup of every guest. br br A single rabbit on the mat, br Roasted or broiled:--how poor the meal! br But the guests from the spirit vase br Fill their host's cup, and drink his weal. br br A single rabbit on the mat, br Roasted or baked:--no feast we think! br But from the spirit vase they take, br Both host and guests, and joyous drink.


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Uploaded: 2014-06-18

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