Chooses offerings thence for her to wear,
Never loses the tree glory; instead
Of branch plucked a second straightway is bred,
Thou, high and low, explore; and, if Thou find,
Lay hold on it; should Fate have Thee designed,
It will yield with ease, even joy; if not,
Nor strength, nor steel could tear it from the spot.
And ’tis not all; another duty still
Rests on thee, and a sadder, to fulfil.
While thou would’st learn the future in my cave,