The Windows

by George Herbert

Lord, how can man preach thy eternal word?

                           He is brittle crazy glass:

Yet in thy temple thou dost him afford

                           This glorious and transcendent place,

                           To be a window, through thy grace.

But when thou anneal in glass thy story,

                           Making thy life to shine within

The Holy preacher`s; then the light and glory

                           More reverend grows, and more doth win:

                           Which else shows waterish, bleak, and thin.

Doctrine and life, colors and light, in one

                                When they combine and mingle, bring

A strong regard and awe: but speech alone

                                 Doth vanish like a flaring thing,

                                 And in the ear, not conscience ring.

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