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 The Eighth Decade, or that of Po Hwâ.

The fibres from the white-flowered rush Are bound with the white grass. This man's sending me away makesMakes [sic] me dwell solitary.

The light and brilliant clouds Bedew the rush and the grass. The way of Heaven is hard and difficult ;—This man does not conform (to good principle).