The She Mae

Now through his many States rides Woo,
A royal progress making.
May Heaven its gracious favour show,
Him for its own son taking !

Most surely has the House of Chow
Been called to reign by Heaven.
To our Woo’s slightest nod by all
Trembling response is given.

All Spirits to himself he draws,
O’er sacred rites presiding ;
Kyven the Spirits of the Ho,
And those on hills abiding.

“Yes, he our sovereign lord is known
As king supreme and glorious.
Our House of Chow distinguished is ;
’Tis brilliant and victorious.

Woo to each prince his rank assigns;
And now sweet peace enjoying,
He casts the spear and shield aside,
The bow no more employing.

I will in ways of virtue walk,
And spread it through our regions.
Thus shall the king preserve the throne,
Without the aid of legions.