As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,
As the rapt seraph that adores and burns:
To it no high, no low, no great, no small;
It fills, it bounds, connects, and equals all.”
[1] Collected Writings, ch. 58.
[2] Chine Moderne, p. 351.
[3] Ch. 59.
[4] Ch. 1. This passage is, however, also rendered according to the metaphor of a road. See Wu-ch‘êng’s note.
[5] Chs. 47, 49, 73, 77.
[6] See Ch. 25.