George Herbert THE WINDOWS. 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. Source: Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert. New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 83-84. to Works of George Herbert Site ©1996-2001 Anniina Jokinen. All Rights Reserved. Created by Anniina Jokinen on January 16, 1997. Last updated on July 31, 2001.