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.