CANTO in. PROGRESS OF THE MIND. 97 



Who with raised eye and pointing finger leads 

 To truths celestial, and immortal deeds. 



III. " As the pure language of the Sight commands 

 The clear ideas furnish'd by the hands; 

 Beauty's fine forms attract our wondering eyes, 

 And soft alarms the pausing heart surprise. 

 Warm from its cell the tender infant born 

 Feels the cold chill of Life's aerial morn ; 

 Seeks with spread hands the bosoms velvet orbs, 

 With closing lips the milky fount absorbs; 170 



And, as compress'd the dulcet streams distil, 

 Drinks warmth and fragrance from the living rill; 

 Eyes with mute rapture every waving line, 

 Prints with adoring kiss the Paphian shrine, 

 And learns erelong, the perfect form confess'd, 

 IDEAL BEAUTY from its Mother's breast. 



Seeks with spread hands, 1. 169. These eight beautiful lines are 

 copied from Mr. Bilsborrow's Address prefixed to Zoonomia, and are 

 translated from that work ; Sect. XVI. 6. 



Ideal Beauty, 1. 176. Sentimental Love, as distinguished from the 



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