And follow our old track. There is a city

Yclept Canobus, built at the land's end,

Even at the mouth and mounded silt of Nile,

And there shall Zeus restore to thee thy mind

With touch benign and laying on of hands.

And from that touch thou shalt conceive and bear

Swarth Epaphus, touch-born; and he shall reap

As much of earth as Nilus watereth