
The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
Abroad his virtue we will spread;
   Him in our hearts we'll shrine;
 Our aim that peace establishèd
   May last while lasts our line.
Through him it was there came to Chou
   Heaven's favor and decree.
 Him in our breasts we cherish now;
   Our pattern shall he be.