_There are many angel faces,
Viewed from places far away,
Which, upon a near vision,
Very quickly turn to clay.
There are many matchless heroes
Who can hold us in their spell,
But who fade away to weakness
When we really know them well.
There are many hissing villians
Who, on closer view, are found
To possess a kindly spirit
And an honor quite profound.
So it runs throughout the picture,
As it probably is best,
That the close-up tells the story
Whether one can meet the test_.