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With thy glimmering torchLightest thou himThrough the fords when 'tis night,Over bottomless placesOn desert-like plains;With the thousand colours of morningGladd'nest his bosom;With the fierce-biting stormBearest him proudly on high;Winter torrents rush from the cliffs,--Blend with his psalms;An altar of grateful delightHe finds in the much-dreaded mountain'sSnow-begirded summit,Which foreboding nationsCrown'd with spirit-dances.

O'er the threshold gaining ground.

　　伯高之丧，孔氏之使者未至，冉子摄束帛、乘马而将之。孔子曰：“异哉！徒使我不诚于伯高。”