A Grain Of Sand

By Robert W Service

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.