For all those who search online with photo's disabled I thought I would rewrite this beautiful poem so that you could read it.
"Could we with ink the ocean fill,
Were every blade of grass a quill,
Were the world of parchment made,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry,
Nor would the scroll,
Contain the whole,
Though stretched,
from sky to sky."
...Anon
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