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As gems arc taught by patient art 



In sparkling ranks to beam, 

 With manners thus he forms the heart, 



And spreads a gen'ral gleam. 



What soft, yet awful, dignity ! 



What meek, yet manly, grace ! 

 What sweetness dances in his eye, 



And blossoms in his face ! 



So shines our Prince! A sky-born crowd 

 Of Virtues round him blaze : 



Ne'er shall Oblivion's murky cloud 

 Obscure his deathless praise. 



The prediction of the poet has hitherto been ac- 

 complished ; but he little imagined that his compo- 

 sition would be admired, and his prince celebrated 

 in a language not then formed, and by the natives 

 of regions so remote from his own. 



In the tenth leaf of the Ta Hio, a beautiful com- 

 parison is quoted from another ode in the Shi King, 

 which deserves to be exhibited in the same form with 

 the preceding : 



1 * . 3 



f The peach-tree, how fair ! how graceful ! 



4 5 6 7 



e Its leaves, how blooming ! how pleasant ! 



89 10 11 



e Such is a bride, when she enters her bridegroom's 

 house, 



is 13 14 15 



{ And pays due attention to her whole family.' 



