1919
Hills of Han,
Slumber on! The sunlight, dying,
Lingers on your terraced tops;
Yellow stream and willow sighing,
Field of twice ten thousand crops
Breathe their misty lullabying,
Breathe a life that nei'er stops.
Spin your chart of ancient wonder,
Fold your hands within your sleeve,
Live and let live, work and ponder,
Be tradition, dream, believe...
So abides your ancient plan,
Hills of Han!
Hills of Han,
What's this filament goes leaping
Pole to pole and hill to hill?
What these strips of metal creeping
Where the dead have lain so still.
What this wilder thought that's seeping
Where was peace and gentle will?
Smoke of mill on road and river,
Roar of steam by temple wall...
Drop the arrow in the quiver...
Bow to Buddha.... All is all!
Slumber they who slumber can,
Hills of Han!
CONTENTS
[ CHAPTER IV—THE RIDDLE OF LIFE, AND OF DEATH ]
[ CHAPTER VII—LOVE IS A TROUBLE ]
[ CHAPTER XIX—LIVING THROUGH ]
[ CHAPTER XXI—THE SOULS OF MEN ]