Posted on 31 December, 2020 by thebestnchic Flower In The Crannied Wall by Alfred Lord Tennyson 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. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: FaithNext post: In Memoriam W. G. Ward