| Flower in the crannied wall, | |
| I pluck you out of the crannies;— | |
| 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, |
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I should know what God and man is.
"Flower in the Crannied Wall," Alfred, Lord Tennyson
This was one of my mother's favorite poems. Whether you may
agree with the sentiments, you have to thank the poets who have
written things to carry in our memories after we say goodbye to
those we love.
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