To my friend,
Henry Edward Krehbiel,
the musician,
who, speaking the speech of melody unto the
children of Tien-hia,—
untp the wandering Tsing-jin, whose skins
have the color of gold,—
moved them to make strange sounds upon the
serpent-bellied San-Hien;
persuaded them to play for me upon the
shrieking Ya-Rien;
prevailed on them to sing me a song of their
native land,—
the song of Mohlí-hwa,
the song of the jasmine-flower.
