He would else have illuminated that word 'dim' with some epithet that should not chase away the dimness, yet should make it glow like a million of rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and topazes.

Is it not so with yonder window?
The pictures are most brilliant in themselves, yet dim with tenderness and reverence, because God himself is shining through them." "The pictures fill me with emotion, but not such as you seem to experience," said Donatello.

"I tremble at those awful saints; and, most of all, at the figure above them.

He glows with Divine wrath!" "My dear friend," said Kenyon, "how strangely your eyes have transmuted the expression of the figure! It is divine love, not wrath!" "To my eyes," said Donatello stubbornly, "it is wrath, not love! Each must interpret for himself." The friends left the church, and looking up, from the exterior, at the window which they had just been contemplating within, nothing; was visible but the merest outline of dusky shapes, Neither the individual likeness of saint, angel, nor Saviour, and far less the combined scheme and purport of the picture, could anywise be made out.

That miracle of radiant art, thus viewed, was nothing better than an incomprehensible obscurity, without a gleam of beauty to induce the beholder to attempt unravelling it.
"All this," thought the sculptor, "is a most forcible emblem of the different aspect of religious truth and sacred story, as viewed from the warm interior of belief, or from its cold and dreary outside.