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George Herbert - The Windows
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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 preacher`s; 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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