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, 5
I should know what God and man is.
I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with
him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to
know himself.
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, 5 I should know what God and man is.
I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in excellence; but, to know a man well, were to know himself.