(Oh Bamboo! When 1 gaze on thee, ace a poem in a treef HTeshow thy beauty Ente And long for artist's pain Zo limn thy form of matchless grace, Or verbally thy charms to trace.
When swaying in the gentle breeze, Afairy thos among the trees.
Thy dress of clear, tracslucent green, In Spring-time at its best is seem.
And when refreshed ith Summer's shower "Mong trees th. art the fairest flower.
[1a Autumn, 100, thy hues do vie With other' tints of rasset dye.
[While Winter's snow cannot coa The grace that branch am ewig reveal.
[Thus through the cycle of the year [Thy charms continuously appear, JAzd raise cur thoughts to Him Whose hed with beauty vale and bill Mokanshan, 1928.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.