In the worship of him a thousand truths are working, unknown and yet active, which, embodied in theory, and dissociated from the living mind that was in Christ, will as certainly breed worms as any omer of hoarded manna.

Holding the skirt of his garment in one hand, we shall in the other hold the key to all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.
I think almost all the earliest religious poetry is about him and his mother.

Their longing after his humanity made them idolize his mother.

If we forget that only through his humanity can we approach his divinity, we shall soon forget likewise that his mother is blessed among women.
I take the poems from one of the Percy Society publications, edited by Mr.Wright from a manuscript in the British Museum.

He adjudges them to the reign of Edward I.Perhaps we may find in them a sign or two that in cultivating our intellect we have in some measure neglected our heart.
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