it in mysteries of colour— these are things for which
words are greatly inadequate. A great painter might
attempt the picture; but he would do so with the
knowledge that he must leave it incomplete, for he
could paint only a phase of that which is infinite in its
variety. He could tell but little of the human interest
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with which it is fraught ; of the long historic procession
that fills the mind’s eye, the migration of
prehistoric races, the movement of peoplesr under the
impulse of immutable laws, the advance of invading
armies, the flight and agony of the vanquished, the
triumph of exultant victors; of kings and nobles
and warriors; of saints and ascetics; of the life
of the common people, with its passing joys and
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