A Glimpse Of China. In A Sampan.

(Min River, Fo Kien.)


Up in the misty morning,
    Up past the gardened hills,
With the rhythmic stroke of the rowers,
    While the blue deep pales and thrills!

Past the rice-fields green low-lying,
    Where the sea-gull's winging down
From the fleets of junks and sampans
    And the ancient Chinese Town!

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

Francis William Lauderdale Adams (27 September 1862 – 4 September 1893) was an English writer, poet, dramatist, and social reformer. His literary work often reflected his radical socialist views. Adams lived a life marred by poverty and struggles with his health, eventually committing suicide at the age of 30. Despite his brief life, his contributions to literature and social thought remain significant.

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A Glimpse Of China. Over The Samovar. {69A}

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"Yes, I used always to think
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Sampan Song

A little breeze blew over the sea,
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All warm with sunshine and sweet with spice,
It lifted his curls and kissed him thrice,
    As upon the deck he lay.

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    Awake and with sleep have done,
Haul up the widest sail of the prow,
And come with me to the rice fields now,
She longs, oh, how can I tell you how,
    To show you your first-born son!"

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A Glimpse Of China. "Caste."

These Chinese toil and yet they do not starve,
    And they obey, and yet they are not slaves.
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    That grovel rotting in their living graves.

These Chinese do not fawn with servile lips;
    They lift up equal eyes that ask and scan.
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