XLIX.

There, too, the Goddess loves in stone, and fills[mr][427][14.H.] The air around with Beauty--we inhale[ms] The ambrosial aspect, which, beheld, instils Part of its immortality--the veil Of heaven is half undrawn--within the pale We stand, and in that form and face behold What Mind can make, when Nature's self would fail; And to the fond Idolaters of old Envy the innate flash which such a Soul could mould: