Not as she is, but as she fills his dream

I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

To me it seems our duty towards the Bible is to obey its teaching in faith. I do not think we are bound to understand or account for all its utterances.

Flowers preach to us if we will hear.

It is not the deed we do Though the deed be never so fair, But the love that the dear Lord looketh for, Hidden with lovely care In the heart of the deed so fair.