this glorious age, O Pollio, shall begin,and the months enter on their mighty march.Under thy guidance, whatso tracks remainof our old wickedness, once done away,shall free the earth from never-ceasing fear.He shall receive the life of gods, and seeheroes with gods commingling, and himselfbe seen of them, and with his father's worthreign o'er a world at peace. For thee, O boy,first shall the earth, untilled, pour freely forthher 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