The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2All true words spread, as from the marsh's eye
The crane's sonorous note ascends the sky.
Goodness throughout the widest sphere abides,
As fish round isle and through the ocean glides.
And lesser good near greater you shall see,
As grows the paper shrub ’neath sandal tree.
And good emerges from what man condemns;—
Those stones that mar the hill will polish gems.