her childish gifts, the gadding ivy-spraywith foxglove and Egyptian bean-flower mixed,and laughing-eyed acanthus. Of themselves,untended, will the she-goats then bring hometheir udders swollen with milk, while flocks afieldshall of the monstrous lion have no fear.Thy very cradle shall pour forth for theecaressing flowers. The serpent too shall die,die shall the treacherous poison-plant, and farand wide Assyrian spices spring. But soon