Translations. -Sayings Of Confucius. (From Schiller.)

I.     Threefold is of Time the tread:     Lingering comes the Future pacing hither;     Dartlike is the Now gone thither;     Stands the Past aye moveless, foot and head.         No impatience wings its idle     Tread of leisurely delay;     Fear or doubt it cannot bridle     Should it headlong run away;     No remorse, no incantation     Moves the standing from its station.         Wouldst thou end thy earthly journey     Wise and of good fortune full,     Make the Lingering thine attorney     Thee to counsel--not thy tool;     Not for friend the Flying take,     Nor thy foe the Standing make.     II.     Threefold is of Space the way:         On unresting, without stay,         Strives the Length into the distance;         Ceaseless pours the Breadth's insistence         Bottomless the Depth goes down.     For a sign the three are sent thee:         Onward must alone content thee--         Weary, thou must not stand still         Wouldst thou thy perfection fill!         Thou must spread thee wider, bigger,         Wouldst thou have the world take figure!         To the deep the man descendeth         Who existence comprehendeth.     Leads persistence to the goal;     Leads abundance to precision;     Dwells in the abyss the Vision.