A Grain Of Sand

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 magnitudes 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

Solved in this grain of sand.