Flower In A Crannied Wall

Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

Alfred Lord Tennyson (August 06, 1809 – October 06, 1892)

Listen to Flower In The Crannied Wall by Alfred Lord Tennyson, recited by Ole Irenaeus Wieroed, here.


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