The How-Jin

Each warden of the gates appears,
With lancers and with halberdiers,
As well befits his place ;
But these three hundred men, who shine
Grand in their red knee-covers fine,
Only the court disgrace.

Like pelicans, upon the dam
Which stand, and there their pouches cram,
Unwet the while their wings,
Are those who their rich dress display,
But no befitting service pay,
Intent on meanest things.

Like pelicans which eager watch
Upon the dam, their prey to catch,
And spare to wet the beak,
Are those who richest favours share,
But take no part in toil or care,
Nor the State’s welfare seek.

Like grass luxuriant on its side,
While morning mists the south hill hide,
These creatures seem to grow ;
But men of worth, like virtuous maid,
Lovely but poor, denied wealth’s aid,
No recognition know.