Nec teneris audet foliis admittere soles.
The goddess paus’d; and, held in deep amaze,
Now views the mother’s, now the daughter’s face.
Different in each, yet equal beauty glows;
That, the full moon, and this, the crescent shows,
Thus, rais’d beneath its parent tree is seen
The laurel shoot, while in its early green
Thick sprouting leaves and branches are essay’d,
And all the promise of a future shade.
Or blooming thus, in happy Pæstan fields,