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.
Flowers in the crannied wall along the Rio Tomebamba.
Listen to Flower In The Crannied Wall by Alfred Lord Tennyson, recited by Ole Irenaeus Wieroed, [here].