How George Herbert would have loved this word br for all the images it lights in mind! br br The gloried sun of soul, no added light br needs, in unshadowed light of reason’s day; br br but in the murky night of ignorance – br then reason’s other task, the probing beam br upon the dark, cruel cobweb-cornered mind br may shine; and as it clears the willing mind, br the sharper (and more seeming painful) those br last vestiges of age-old, flying things br that lurk and creep in coward-cov’ring dark! br br A stormy sea needs most a light-house brave: br for age-old things resent the searchlight’s beam; br but when the night, and that unknowing’s cloud br yield to the eastward flush of dawn – how bright br the daylight shines, for those who watch all night! br br And so, George Herbert, as you spoke the word - br in all things seen; for Whom, all done: our Lord.