SONG.
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,
I should know what God and man is.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
Dare to be true.... Nothing can need a lie;
A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby.
—George Herbert.