The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
The king then led them on the left, and laid,
With filial heart, before his father's shrine,
His offerings, that long life he might obtain,
And still preserve the honors of his line.
Favors he gets, both great and manifold.
’Tis from those brilliant and accomplished lords
They spring; and there shall long through them descend
Blessings unmixed and bright that Heaven affords.