If starry space no limit knows

And sun succeeds to sun,

There is no reason to suppose

Our earth the only one.

‘Mid countless constellations cast

A million worlds may be,

With each a God to bless or blast

And steer to destiny.

 

Just think! A million gods or so

To guide each vital stream,

With over all to boss the show

A Deity supreme.

Such magnitude oppress my mind;

From cosmic space it swings;

So ultimately glad to find

Relief in little things.

 

For look! Within my hollow hand,

While round the earth careens,

I hold a single grain of sand

And wonder what it means.

Ah! if I had the eyes to see,

And brain to understand,

I think Life’s mystery might be

Soled in this grain of sand.

 

 

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