“The Windows” by George Herbert

by The Rev'd Dane E. Boston

LORD, how can man preach thy eternall word ?
         He is a brittle crazie glasse:
Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford
         This glorious and transcendent place,
         To be a window, through thy grace.

But when thou dost anneal in glasse thy storie,
          Making thy life to shine within
The holy Preachers, then the light and glorie
          More rev’rend grows, and more doth win;
          Which else shows watrish, bleak, and thin.

Doctrine and life, colours and light, in one
         When they combine and mingle, bring
A strong regard and aw:  but speech alone
         Doth vanish like a flaring thing,
         And in the eare, not conscience ring.

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