" Happy, in my judgment. 



The wandering /i^rbaiist, 7vho clear alike 



From vain^ and that zuorse evil, vexing thoughts, 



* * * * peeps round 



For some rate Jlo-joret of the hills, or plant of craggy 



f'jun'ainsy 



WuRDdWORTK 



" Floxver in the crannied ivall, 

 I pliuk you out of the crannies : 

 If.iU you here, root and all. in my hand. 

 Little /lower, but if I could understand 

 V/kat you are, root and all, and all in all, 

 I shyuld know ivhat God and man is." 



Tennyson, 



