Essay Archive - The Picture
The Picture
What's in a picture? Well, in the picture I cherish there is more joy and
peace and love than any mere mortal like me should ever know. The picture
I am speaking of is the imperfect image of the one I love. She is one of
such exceedingly great beauty that it cannot be captured on anything by
Man's hand, but to me it represents her, and that is as near to heaven as I
am likely to get.
But the picture, besides being an imperfect symbol of utter perfection, is
exceedingly cloudy. The incidental fact that this exquisite creature of
God does not love me, but another, sheds blazing insig....
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