Poems ✍️
  28.10.2025
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Author: Alfred Lord Tennyson

Flower In The 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, all in all,
I should know what God and man is.


  Nature Mystery creation divinity

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