Jean Lang, A Book of Myths (1915)
“ To Cyrene he came at length, and to her told his sorrowful tale: "To men who live their little lives and work and die as I myself—though son of a nymph and of a god—must do," he said, "I have brought two great gifts, oh my mother. I have taught them that from the grey olives they can reap a priceless harvest, and from me they have learned that the little brown bees that hum in and out of the flowers may be made slaves that bring to them the sweetest riches of which Nature may be robbed." "This do I already know, my son," said Cyrene, and smiled upon Aristæus. ”
