CXLVII.

Relic of nobler days, and noblest arts! Despoiled yet perfect! with thy circle spreads A holiness appealing to all hearts; To Art a model--and to him who treads Rome for the sake of ages, Glory sheds Her light through thy sole aperture; to those Who worship, here are altars for their beads-- And they who feel for Genius may repose Their eyes on honoured forms, whose busts around them close.[515]