The Beauties of Nature, and the Wonders of the World We Live In
Chapter 17
ON PLANT LIFE
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.
TENNYSON.