For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.

Not as she is, but as she fills his dream

Silence is more musical than any song.

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.