434 Mr. Davis on the Poetry of the Chinese. 



" Fields that knoir no years of Dearth." 



" Though man's superfluous labour ceas'd to till 

 The fertile glebe, ne'er would its bounties end : 

 Though rusting lay the abandon'd ploughshare — still 

 O'er the fair land would waving harvests bend. 



" Less happy soils may pine in years of dearth — 

 Late though we sow, we early reap the field ; 

 A thousand roods of richly-teeming earth. 

 In verdant crops ten thousand measures yield ! 



" Why haunt we, then, the sylvan's mossy shrine — 

 Why ask what harvest shall our toils attend ? 

 See the sweet spring with siirer presage shine. 

 And balmy airs, and length'ning days descend!" 



We have next to notice a large class of poetry, which may be properly 

 styled Moral or Didactic The long citation from the philosopher Kwon- 



