{On a hill above the famous Hsin Tan rapid on the Upper Yangtze, star stanes the cottage built by Capa slant, where he spent luvoricus years in the study of the obstacle presented to large steam-snipe by tus formidable rapid.)
Po stand where Plant the Pilot stood and watch the ships goby Would stir this year the dullest heart. That uke Pioneer should die Before his ships came home! Something To know his work lives on from Ichang to Chungking Conquered at last, the Gorges run Four hundred miles to the setting Sun Conquered by steam and the bulldog strain Which, hand on plough, glanced not back again. The weary years, the patient heart, Labour for knowledge, the modest start Have their reward in the goodly sight Of a score of steamers stripped for fight This enring along the Ichang reach. Monuments all! Monuments each! To the brave heart of the Grand Old Man Whose spirit Jingers at the Hsin Tan To stand where Plant the Pilct stood and see the steamers pass Will be to mark the toil of years as in an hour-glass As syren answers syren from Yung Yang to Fengtu The Recks will echo the homage due "To the Grand Old Man of the Yangtzekiang Who made his dream come true The Shutung, his first venture, Still runs its modest race The Loongmow, which he sponsored, Still holds its pride of place.
His undiminished courage His vision, oft denied, The plans he pressed on companies Laid by for years aside Have found at length their laurel wreath The ships of Ewo and Taikoo Will. pass at last before his view Spurning the Hsin Tan underneath.
"Yo stand where Plant the Pilot stood, above the Hsin Tan's roar Will be to know his Spirit stands beside his cottage door The music of the Hsin Tan held him bound and ever will, But though the music charmed his car it could not bind his will.
A goodly stream of ships will plough As surely as he said The trail the Pilot blazed for them Although the Pilot's dead Chungking, 1922.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.