die shall the treacherous poison-plant, and farand wide Assyrian spices spring. But soonas thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,and of thy father's deeds, and inly learnwhat virtue is, the plain by slow degreeswith waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,from the wild briar shall hang the blushing grape,and stubborn oaks sweat honey-dew. Nathlessyet shall there lurk within of ancient wrongsome traces, bidding tempt the deep with ships,gird towns with walls, with furrows cleave the earth.Therewith a second Tiphys shall there be,her hero-freight a second Argo bear;new wars too shall arise, and once againsome great Achilles to some Troy be sent.Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,